On Manhattan's Upper East Side a woman lies dead at the bottom of the stairs, stripped of all her valuables. Most cops might call it a mugging gone wrong, but Lieutenant Eve Dallas knows better.
A well-off accountant and a beloved wife and mother, Marta Dickenson doesn’t seem the type to... read more
By all outward appearances, the death of Marta Dickenson seems to be the result of a mugging gone wrong. But to NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas, things just don't add up. The evidence Eve and her partner find lead them to believe that the accountant was murdered. After someone steals files from... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
By all outward appearances, the death of Marta Dickenson seems to be the result of a mugging gone wrong. But to NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas, things just don't add up. The evidence Eve and her partner find lead them to believe that the accountant was murdered. After someone steals files from Marta's office, it becomes clear that Eve will have to dig into the world of big business in order to find the killer. With the help of her husband, Roarke, Eve will delve into the world of finance to find someone calculating enough to order the death of an innocent woman. And Eve better hurry, because Marta's death will only be the first of many, if the killer has his way.
“If this was a random kill, I'm a monkey's cousin. "Uncle." "What?""It's a monkey's uncle, and before you ask, no, I don't know why because, really, on the evolutionary train, cousin's about right." "What the hell do I care!" "I'm just saying.”Eve and Peabody
“If the cat had dragged anything in, it would be you.”Deliberately, she stripped off her coat, tossed it over the newel post. “Only because he’d have figured you weren’t worth the effort.” A little lame, she thought, but coherent.”Summerset and Eve
“Just FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won’t be able to buy me off with bacon.” He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast.”Roarke to Eve
“He came out with a pair of dark gray trousers with silver rivets, a simple mock turtleneck in pale apricot, and a jacket caught somewhere between red and orange.“The color makes a statement. You’re not afraid to be noticed, and the cut says profession.Combined it’s ‘Don’t fuck with me, as I’m in charge.’ It’s rich fabric, but doesn’t flaunt it.”“Why don’t clothes ever talk to me?”“They do. You don’t always listen.”Roarke and Eve
“You got that hot-shot outfit.”“Don’t start on my clothes.”“I can’t compliment your outfit? Strict.”“You’re wearing pink cowboy boots. What do you know about fashion?”“You gave me the boots,” Peabody reminded her, “and I get compliments on them all the time. So there.”Peabody and Eve
“I dreamed about flying babies. You can’t catch them all.”“That’s . . . unfortunate.”“I’ll say. They’d hit the ground and pow.” She threw her hands up in the air. “All this stuff came gushing out.”“Really, Eve, you’ll put me off breakfast.”“Not guts and stuff. It was like little weird toys and shiny candy. Like they were those piñata things people bust up for what’s inside.”He lowered the tablet to study her. “You have such a busy, fascinating brain.”Eve and Roarke
“You’ve got a meet with Mira when you can work it in,” Peabody told her.“That’s it? Just like that?”“I played nice.”“Okay, that does it. You’re making all my session appointments with Mira. I freaking surrender to her admin, just like I’m going to freaking surrender—again—to vending machines. It’s not worth the aggravation.”Peabody and Eve
“Alexander wouldn’t have been very pleased. Maybe he took his muscle to the toolshed.”“The toolshed? For the hammer?”“No, you know. You go to the toolshed to get your ass whipped.”“You do? Oh, oh, you mean wood shed.”“Why does wood need a shed?”“I don’t know . . . well, to keep it dry. You can’t start a fire with wet wood.”Eve and Peabody
“I know about Trina. You bitch.”Shoulders hunched, Peabody carefully pinned up murder. “It’s a special night. You’ll look really good, and you won’t have to do it all yourself. We won’t want the NYPSD to fall short of the Hollywood crowd, right? Team pride!”“Rah fucking rah.”Eve and Peabody
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