Shadows in Death

There’s a difference between right and regs sometimes. That’s why regs can change, but right doesn’t.

We might get that kind of unilateral support and screw the budget if Cobbe was just your average international contract killer, but we sure as hell have it because he wants to add you to his four hundred and forty-three kills. So don’t bitch to me about bleeding cops. Because they would. Every goddamn one of them would bleed for you

You’d never ask me to do something that wasn’t right. There’s a difference between right and regs sometimes. That’s why regs can change, but right doesn’t.” And that, Eve realized, might be the long and short of why she’d made Peabody her partner.

I'm not your weakness. I'm your goddamn weapon.

No, it’s personal. I said to him I’d never seen joy for me or pride in me shine in my mother’s eyes. But that’s not altogether true, because I’ve seen it in yours

We need a shuttle,” she began. “We’re going after him.” “Already done. Anticipating this possibility, I’ve arranged it. We’re in hangar one.” Coming in on the tail end, Jenkinson caught the drift. “You’re going after him, we’re all going after him.” “Detective,” Eve began. “There’s room enough,” Roarke said smoothly. “One doesn’t leave one’s mates behind at such a time.” Jenkinson gave a sharp nod and a grin. Eve pulled at her hair. “I can’t take my entire squad of detectives. Somebody has to cover the shift.” “I’ll see it’s covered.” Whitney glanced back at her. “They’ve earned this.” She thought: For fuck’s sake, but understood being outranked and outvoted.

She’s a dangerous woman when she knows her quarry.

A blade’s personal. It’s an extension of the person using it.

it. Stay together. I don’t want either of you coming back with holes in you.

Separately, you're strong, clever people. Together you're a force.

And I want a mansion in Connecticut with a pool boy named Steve.

The Marriage Rules clearly require me to worry about you when applicable.

Eve felt the shuttle dive, simply closed her eyes. Nothing made sense about being thousands of feet over an ocean. It was insanity. The human race was just bat-shit crazy.

She now had a small army of cops to—if they actually found the bastard—take down one man. But she understood the sentiment, and the need. You came for one, you came for all.

We’re not going to let a bad guy screw with one of us,” Peabody said as they got on the elevator. “And that’s a fact.

One doesn’t leave one’s mates behind at such a time.