Indulgence in Death
J. D. Robb
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0425240460
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas must discover who's preying on those who cater to the rich and famous in the new novel by #1 New York Times bestselling author J.D. Robb.
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can and will handle yourself, and use the resources you have available to ensure your own safety.” “Eve, please don’t stand there and shovel that bullshit at my feet. These are good shoes.” She hissed out a breath, but at the end of it he saw the chip on her shoulder tumble off. “Okay, I would trust you, but I’d also have some concerns, worries, and dark thoughts. And you’d be sorry I did. You’d hate that I did.” “All right.” She squinted at him. “All right? That’s it?” “I had a bigger and
“You want to hurt me? Do you want me to like it?” He smiled a little shyly as he came toward her. But the pace of his breathing had increased. “Don’t fight.” “You’re stronger. I’d never win.” Playing the game, she let him back her into a shadowy corner behind a figure moaning as it turned on a spit. “I’ll do anything you want.” She worked some fear into her voice. “Anything. I’m your prisoner.” “I paid for you.” “And your slave.” She watched pleasure darken his eyes, kept her voice low,
tea or something?” “Actually, I’d love some of your coffee. Dennis and I were out late last night with friends. I could use the boost.” “Sure.” “Have you slept?” “Not yet. I’ll get some in when I can.” Sometime between the vic’s apartment and Central her second wind had settled in. Maybe it was the omelets. “He’s hit fast,” Eve said as she took the steaming mugs from the AutoChef. “Two for two. Both risky, organized, and planned.” “Yes. He’s organized, controlled enough to spend time with,
Moriarity would’ve been twenty-six, Dudley twenty-five. They met through the women. I want to talk to the women. Hold on,” she snapped when the computer interrupted with another completed task. She took a breath, cleared her head again. “On-screen.” Pacing, she read the data on each name. “See this one? Joseph Dudley, good old Joe. Great-uncle to our current Dudley. Joe gets tossed out of Harvard, drops out of Princeton, gets a couple knocks for drunk and disorderly. Then he joins the regular
looking into the compromised account. I should send her flowers.” “She’d consider it her job, and nothing more.” Dudley took a few practice swings. “I assumed, from reading Nadine Furst’s book, you were more involved in her work.” Roarke flashed an easy grin. “It plays well that way in a book, doesn’t it? Still, the Icove business had some real meat, and certainly interest in it has proven to have considerable legs. A dead limo driver, even with that loose connection to you, isn’t quite as . .