Brotherhood in DeathBook - 2016
In this thrilling novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series, Lieutenant Eve Dallas finds herself in the middle of a conspiracy when she investigates the disappearance of a former U.S. Senator.
Just as Dennis Mira is about to confront his cousin Edward about selling the West Village brownstone that belonged to their grandfather, he gets a shock: Edward is in front of him, bruised and bloody...and then everything goes black.
When Dennis comes to, Edward is gone. Luckily Dennis’s wife is a top profiler for the NYPSD—and a close colleague of Lieutenant Eve Dallas. Now Eve is determined to uncover the secrets of Edward Mira and learn what enemies he may have made in his long career as a lawyer, judge, and senator. A badge and a billionaire husband can get you access to places others can’t go, and Eve intends to shine some light on the dirty deals and dark motives behind the disappearance of a powerful man, the family discord over a multimillion-dollar piece of real estate...and a new case that no one saw coming.
From the Paperback edition.
Baker & Taylor
When a colleague's husband is attacked by a missing senator, Eve Dallas uncovers dirty deals, dark motives, and a new case.
Assisting a colleague whose husband may have been attacked by an injured senator who betrayed his family and then went missing, Eve Dallas uncovers clues leading to a powerful adversary with numerous targets. By the #1 New York Times best-selling author of Obsession in Death.
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She sent him a speculative look. “Do you really want to get rid of this desk?” “That will be up to you.” She shook her head, waved that off. “No, I’m asking you. Do you want to get rid of it?”They sprawled over the desk like barely conscious survivors of a cataclysm, and she gave a passing thought to the desk. How bad could it be if it
“I guess. Maybe we should put that desk in some sort of display. With a plaque.”
She could let go, she realized, of the old. Of an old desk, an old chair—old pieces of an old life. She had a new one. Reaching for his hand, she held it firmly in hers. She had a real one, built by both of them. “We’re going to get rid of that desk.”
The Droids of 2060:
“They keep the droids in here. House droid, and its backup,” Sila said as she gestured. “The vac droid, the scrubber droid, and so on. But this one’s the, well, head droid, you’d say.”
" ...Then I made you watch while I fashioned people suits out of your skins for a couple of sparring droids I would then beat into rubble that I’d bury along with your quivering, skinless bodies in unmarked graves. ..."
“There’s also what appears to be a sex droid in the closet of the master bedroom.”
Still Driving behind the wheel?
“Do you always drive this way?” “What way?” “As if we’re trying to outrun an earthquake.”
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