Echoes in Death: An Eve Dallas Novel: 44
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Synopsis: “It is the year 2058, and technology now completely rules the world. But New York City Detective Eve Dallas knows that the irresistible impulses of the human heart are still ruled by just one thing: passion. When the young woman—dazed, naked, and bloody—wanders in front of their car, Roarke slams on the brakes just in time, and Eve—still in glittering gown and heels—springs into action. It’s been a long night for the tired homicide cop, and it’s far from over.
And though the locations where the shooter could have set up seem endless, the list of people with that particular skill set is finite: police, military, professional killer. She moved to the side of the table, took her pad out of her kit, gently pressed the woman’s fingers to it.
Our guests left at eleven-thirty. If I’d planned better, they’d have left at eleven. My husband has rounds in the morning. He’s very busy. He’s a surgeon, so respected, so talented. We’d normally go to bed after the guests left, and the house droids cleared up. We’d go to bed, and—”
Flawless my ass.” She snorted that away. “Maybe you didn’t hear me tell that woman with the hair like a tower of whipped cream”—Eve demonstrated by swirling a finger over her own short, choppy brown hair—“that no, I didn’t want to chair her committee for reintegrating rehabilitated offenders into society because I was too busy tossing offenders in prison.”If so, death was the same as life. What difference did it make, really? Unless … unless. Could death be a kind of freedom?