Visions in Death

You're earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this event down on my calendar." "Bitch when I'm late, bitch when I'm early. You could go pro on the bitching circuit.

You know, darling, if caffeine ever makes it to the illegals list, you’re going to have to register as an addict.” “They try to make coffee an illegal, I’ll kill them all, and it won’t be an issue.

(Eve)"Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving?" "Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing." She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo. "Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing?" Eve complained. "Retail conspiracy." Roarke patter her knee. "I bet it is," Eve said darkly. "I just bet it is.

You're a cold bitch, Dallas." "Yes, I am." "Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.

You expecting sabotage?” “You don’t expect sabotage. That’s why it’s sabotage.

I’m late,” she snapped before Summerset could speak. “But here’s the thing, I’m not always late, but you’re always ugly. Who’s got the real problem?

When can I drive the new ride?” “When you learn that a yellow light means haul ass to get through it before it turns red instead of slowing down to a crawl a half a block away.

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof

Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing?” Eve complained. “Retail conspiracy.” Roarke patted her knee. “I bet it is,” Eve said darkly. “I just bet it is.

I don’t know. I never looked.” “Now that hurts.” With a laugh, Louise leaned back against the counter. “You don’t even bother to look, and you end up with Roarke.” “He just got in my way. Couldn’t get around him, so I figured I might as well keep him.

She’d know. Ain’t nobody more psychic than a wife.

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they’d become friends.

And oddly, she realized, it wasn’t small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

When we get him,” Eve continued, “it’s going to come out that she—this symbol—knocked him around or boo-hoo broke his heart or made him feel weak and helpless. So his defense lawyers will come along saying: Oh, he was damaged, poor sick son of a bitch. He’s not responsible. And that’s a pile of shit, that’s a big, smelly pile of bullshit. Because nobody’s responsible for choking the life out of Elisa Maplewood but him. Nobody.

People always think it can’t happen to them, instead of thinking it’s going to happen to somebody, why not me.” She

life used to be simple.” “Mmm.” “It did. Because it didn’t have all these people in it.” “If

The seductive scent climbed into her sleeping brain like a lover up a flower-strewn trellis.

if caffeine ever makes it to the illegals list, you’re going to have to register as an addict.

I know what it is to have the one you love, the only one, hurt. There’s a war in your belly, and your heart’s so heavy it doesn’t seem as if your body can hold it. This kind of fear doesn’t have a name. You can only wait with it. And let us help.

This is what happened when you went and made friends. They had to go out and make friends, and then those friends somehow insinuated themselves into your life, or your work. Before you knew it you were hip-deep in people. And half of them were crazy.

Guy was going to self-terminate for any reason, he’d have finished putting his pajamas on and gotten into bed nice and comfy first. So means are foul. Where’s Sommers?” “I don’t know why they bother to keep me around here.” But he was grinning as he slid the brain into a tray for scan and analysis. “I expect the tox eval will verify both our suspicions shortly. Sommers is done, and in a cold box. Her family and boyfriend came in together this morning. I was able to block them from seeing her, though it wasn’t easy. I had to use official grounds.” “The eyes aren’t public yet, and I don’t want them to be, not even to next of kin. Even family and lovers can leak to the media. More so if they’re grieving or pissed. No access outside of need-to-know to any of the vics in this investigation.” “You want to see her again.” “Yeah.” “Let me clean up a bit. Our gentleman friend will hold.” He went to the sink to scrub blood, matter, and sealant from his hands. “Her body was more traumatized than the others.” “Violence is escalating. I know.” “So is his pace.” Morris dried his hands, then removed his protective gear, dumping it in a hamper. “We’re closer. Every minute, we’re closer.” “I have no doubt. Well.” He stepped over in his pristine blue shirt and red necktie, offered his arm. “Shall we?” She laughed, as only he could make her in the company of the

Overcoming and getting over are two very different things.

Maybe that’s what people did, bounced back where they were supposed to be, bumps or not.

By action, by omission of action, people sacrifice other people all the damn time.

Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well. Without those pockets of solitude and sensation, you might just go mad.

the very reasons she’d hyped when talking

I’ve got a tip.” “Me, too. Let a smile be your umbrella and you’re gonna get your dumb ass wet.