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364 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1999
The bodies are piling up. In her research Eve uncovers similar crimes in several cities that were dropped under mysterious circumstances, Dallas knows she's facing a killer cruel enough to prey on the weakest in society and powerful enough to conspire an extensive coverup. To complicate matters further, Dallas faces an equally troubling threat to her career when she's linked to the death of a fellow cop.
"Lieutenant." Ireland whispered, silky and romantic, in his voice.
"An unexpected pleasure."
"Was he wearing a tux?"
Peabody had seen Roarke in a tux. The image of it was etched on her mind like acid on glass.
"Man" Peabody closed her eyes ... "Man." she repeated.
"You know a lot of women would get pissed off at having their husband star in their aide's purient little fantasies."
"But you're bigger than that, Lieutenant. I like that about you."
"I never saw much snow as a boy.
Dublin's for rain."
As she stood pale as death in the pale winter light, her eyes glazed, dark, and, he thought, impossibly young. The strength, the tough edge she wore as naturally as her weapon, was gone.
"What I have with you, darling Eve, I never thought to have with anyone. Never thought to want it or to need it."