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347 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 12, 2005
The doctor kept a secret, and secrets were what haunted. Secrets were what hurt. She should know.
"It was death that brought me and Eve together, and as frothy as it sounds there are times I feel as though that was when I took my first breath."
Gentle, he thought, gentle now that she was fragile and needed him to remind her of all that she was. Needed him to show her she was loved, for all that she was.
"Do you remember the day I met you?" He reached in his pocket, took out the grey button that had come off the only suit she'd owned before he'd blasted into her life. He rubbed it between his fingers as he watched her.
““But it’s programmed in, Dallas. They don’t live or think.”
“They want you to believe that. They talk to each other through their little chips and boards, and are probably plotting to destroy all humankind. One day, it’ll be them or us.”
“You’re creeping me out, sir.”
“Just remember, I warned you.” Eve bit into the cookie as they turned toward Homicide.”
”Eve pulled on a robe. The pool area, always lush with plants and tropical trees, had become a horrifying treatment center. Padded tables with bodies stretched on them. Weird smells, weirder music. Trina had decked herself out in a lab coat. The splatters on it were a rainbow. Eve might have preferred blood. At least she understood blood.”
”“I feel completely mag.” Mavis gobbled up fancy cheese, crackers, stuffed veggies, and whatever else was in reach as if food were about to be declared illegal. “We’re going into week thirty-three, and they say he/ she can, like, hear stuff, and even see in there, and its head’s down now—assuming the position. Sometimes you can feel his/her foot poking.”
Poking what? Eve wondered. The kidneys, the liver? The very idea had her avoiding the pâté.
“How’s Leonardo handling it?” Nadine asked.
“He’s aces. We’re taking classes now. Hey, Dallas, you and Roarke need to sign up for your coaching class.”
Eve made some sound, but found it impossible to express the full terror.”
”...Cher Reo, APA,” she said and offered Louise her hand.
“Louise Dimatto, M.D.”
“Eve Dallas, AK. Ass-kicker. Strap in,” Eve ordered. “Let’s move.”
“Yeah. I love McNab,” Peabody repeated. “It took me a while to realize it, or get there, however it works. But he’s the one. If you were to drop down dead, and Roarke decided I could comfort him with wild sex, I probably wouldn’t do it. Probably. But even if I did, I’d still love McNab.”
“At least I’m dead in your sexual fantasy.”
“It’s only fair. I wouldn’t cheat on my partner. So I probably wouldn’t have sex with Roarke, should the opportunity arise, unless both you and McNab were killed in a freak accident.”
“Thanks, Peabody. I feel a lot better now.”
“And we’d probably wait a decent interval. Like two weeks. If we could control ourselves.”
“It just gets better and better,” Eve remarked.
“In a way, we’d really be celebrating your lives, and our love for you both.”
“Maybe you’re the ones who die in a freak accident,” Eve tossed back. “Then me and McNab . . . No, Jesus. No.” She visibly shuddered. “I don’t love you that much.””
“She jumped in the car, then her eyes went wide and glassy. “The coat! The
coat!” Her hand shot out to rub leather, and Eve slapped it away.
“No touching the coat.”
“Can I sniff it? Please, please? Please!”
“Nose one full inch from sleeve. One sniff.”