Memory in Death by J.D. Robb (English) Paperback Book

Description: Memory in Death by J.D. Robb Police Lt. Eve Dallas walks a tightrope between her professional duties and her private demons. When the twisted woman who tormented Eves childhood tries to blackmail Eves husband Roarke and ends up dead, Eve and Roarke follow a dangerous path to find out who turned the victimizer into victim. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In mid-twenty-first-century New York, Eve Dallass tough cop exterior is shaken by her twisted former foster mothers demands for money in exchange for protecting secrets from Dallass childhood - a situation that becomes more complicated when the woman is found murdered. Author Biography J. D. Robb is the pseudonym for a #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the bestselling In Death series. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. Review "There are simply no accolades lavish enough to praise this series justly."—The Columbia (SC) State"There are so many layers to the fascinatingly complex Eve that its always a thrill to peel another away to discover more about this amazing woman. That this series remains utterly compelling is a testament to the storytelling genius of Robb."—RT Book ReviewsMore Praise for the In Death series "Robb is a virtuoso."—Seattle Post-Intelligencer "Its Law & Order: SVU—in the future."—Entertainment Weekly "J. D. Robbs In Death novels are cant-miss pleasures."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Harlan Coben "Anchored by terrific characters, sudden twists that spin the whole narrative on a dime, and a thrills-to-chills ration that will raise the neck hairs of even the most jaded reader, the J. D. Robb books are the epitome of great popular fiction."—New York Times bestselling author Dennis Lehane Review Quote "There are simply no accolades lavish enough to praise this series justly."--The Columbia (SC) State "There are so many layers to the fascinatingly complex Eve that its always a thrill to peel another away to discover more about this amazing woman. That this series remains utterly compelling is a testament to the storytelling genius of Robb."-- RT Book Reviews More Praise for the In Death series "Robb is a virtuoso."-- Seattle Post-Intelligencer "Its Law & Order: SVU --in the future."-- Entertainment Weekly "J. D. Robbs In Death novels are cant-miss pleasures."--#1 New York Times bestselling author Harlan Coben "Anchored by terrific characters, sudden twists that spin the whole narrative on a dime, and a thrills-to-chills ration that will raise the neck hairs of even the most jaded reader, the J. D. Robb books are the epitome of great popular fiction."-- New York Times bestselling author Dennis Lehane Excerpt from Book Memory in Death J. D. RobbI.death was not taking a holiday. new yorkmay have been decked out in its glitter and glamour,madly festooned in December of 2059, but Santa Clauswas dead. And a couple of his elves werent looking so good.Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood on the sidewalk with the insanityof Times Square screaming around her and studied what was left ofSt. Nick. A couple of kids, still young enough to believe that a fat guyin a red suit would wiggle down the chimney to bring them presentsinstead of murdering them in their sleep, were shrieking at a decibeldesigned to puncture eardrums. She wondered why whoever was incharge of them didnt haul them away.Not her job, she thought. Thank God. She preferred the bloodymess at her feet. She looked up, way up. Dropped down from the thirty-sixth floor ofthe Broadway View Hotel. So the first officer on-scene had reported.Shouting, "Ho, ho, ho"--according to witnesses--until hed gonesplat, and had taken out some hapless son of a bitch whod beenstrolling through the endless party. The task of separating the two smashed bodies would be an unpleasantone, she imagined. Two other victims had escaped with minor injuries--one had simplydropped like a tree and cracked her head on the sidewalk in shockwhen the nasty spatter of blood, gore, and brain matter had splashed allover her. Dallas would leave them to the medical techs for the moment,and get statements when, hopefully, they were more coherent.She already knew what had happened here. She could see it in theglassy eyes of Santas little helpers. She started toward them in a boot-length black leather coat thatswirled in the chilly air. Her hair was short and brown around a leanface. Her eyes were the color of good, aged whiskey and were long likethe rest of her. And like the rest of her, they were all cop. "Guy in the Santa gigs your buddy?" "Oh, man. Tubbs. Oh, man." One was black, one was white, but they were both faintly green atthe moment. She couldnt much blame them. She gauged them as latetwenties, and their upscale partywear indicated they were probably juniorexecs at the firm that had had its holiday bash rudely interrupted."Im going to arrange to have you both escorted downtown whereyoull give your statements. Id like you to voluntarily agree to illegalstesting. If you dont . . ." She waited a beat, smiled thinly. "Well do itthe hard way." "Oh, man, oh, shit. Tubbs. Hes dead. Hes dead, right?""Thats official," Eve said and turned to signal to her partner.Detective Peabody, her dark hair currently worn in sporty waves,straightened from her crouch by the tangle of body parts. She wasmildly green herself, Eve noted, but holding steady. "Got ID on both victims," she announced. "Santas Lawrence, Max,age twenty-eight, Midtown address. Guy who--ha-ha--broke hisfalls Jacobs, Leo, age thirty-three. Queens." "Im going to arrange to have these two taken into holding, get a testfor illegals, get their statements when we finish here. I assume youwant to go up, look at the scene, speak with the other witnesses." "I . . ." "Youre primary on this one." "Right." Peabody took a deep breath. "Did you talk to them at all?" "Leaving that for you. You want to take a poke at them here?" "Well . . ." Peabody searched Eves face, obviously looking for theright answer. Eve didnt give it to her. "Theyre pretty shaken up, andits chaos out here, but . . .We might get more out of them here andnow, before they settle down and start thinking about how much troublethey might be in." "Which one do you want?" "Um. Ill take the black guy." Eve nodded, walked back. "You." She pointed. "Name?" "Steiner. Ron Steiner." "Were going to take a little walk, Mr. Steiner." "I feel sick." "I bet." She gestured for him to rise, took his arm, and walked a fewpaces away. "You and Tubbs worked together?" "Yeah. Yeah. Tyro Communications. We--we hung out." "Big guy, huh?" "Who, Tubbs? Yeah, yeah." Steiner wiped sweat from his brow. "Came in about two-fifty, I guess. So we figured itd be a gag to havehim rent the Santa suit for the party." "What kind of toys and goodies did Tubbs have in his sack today,Ron?" "Oh, man." He covered his face with his hands. "Oh, Jesus." "Were not on record yet, Ron. We will be, but right now just tell mewhat went down. Your friends dead, and so is some poor schmuckwho was just walking on the sidewalk." He spoke through his hands. "Bosses set up this lunch buffet deal forthe office party. Wouldnt even spring for some brew, you know?" RonMEMORY IN DEATH 3shivered twice, hard, then dropped his arms to his sides. "So a bunch ofus got together, and we pooled to rent the suite for the whole day. Afterthe brass left, we brought out the booze and the . . . the recreationalchemicals. So to speak." "Such as?" He swallowed, then finally met her eyes. "You know, a little Exotica,some Push and Jazz." "Zeus?" "I dont mess with that. Ill take the test, youll see. All I did was afew tokes of Jazz." When Eve said nothing, merely stared into his eyes,he welled up. "He never used heavy stuff. Not Tubbs, man, I swear.Idve known. But I think he had some today, maybe laced some of thePush with it, or somebody did. Asshole," he said as tears spilled downhis cheeks. "He was juiced up, I can tell you that. But man, it was aparty. We were just having fun. People were laughing and dancing.Then Tubbs, he opens the window." His hands were everywhere now. His face, his throat, his hair. "Oh,God, oh, God. I figured it was because it was getting smokey. Nextthing you know, hes climbing up, hes got this big, stupid grin on hisface. He shouts, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Thenhe fucking dived out. Head first. Jesus Christ, he was just gone. Nobodyeven thought to grab for him. It happened so fast, so damn fast. Peoplestarted screaming and running, and I ran to the window and looked."He mopped at his face with his hands, shuddered again. "And Iyelled for somebody to call nine-one-one, and Ben and I ran down.I dont know why. We were his friends, and we ran down." "Whered he get the stuff, Ron?" "Man, this is fucked up." He looked away, over her head, out to thestreet. Fighting, Eve knew, the standard little war between ratting outand standing up. "He mustve gotten it from Zero. A bunch of us chipped in so wecould get a party pack. Nothing heavy, I swear." "Where does Zero operate?" "He runs a data club, Broadway and Twenty-ninth. Zeros. Sellsrecreationals under the counter. Tubbs, man, he was harmless. He wasjust a big stupid guy." The big stupid guy and the poor schmuck he landed on were beingscraped off the sidewalk when Eve walked into party central. It lookedas shed expected it would look: an unholy mess of abandoned clothes,spilled booze, dropped food. The window remained open, which wasfortunate as the stench of smoke, puke, and sex still permeated.Witnesses who hadnt run like rabbits had given statements in adjoiningrooms, then had been released. "Whats your take?" Eve asked Peabody as she crossed the minefieldof plates and glasses scattered on the carpet. "Other than Tubbs wont make it home for Christmas? Poor idiotgot himself hyped, probably figured Rudolph was hovering outsidewith the rest of the reindeer and the sled. He jumped, in clear view ofmore than a dozen witnesses. Death by Extreme Stupidity." When Eve said nothing, only continued to look out the open window,Peabody stopped bagging pills she found on the floor. "Youve gotanother take?" "Nobody pushed him, but he had help getting extremely stupid."Absently, she rubbed her hip that still ached a bit now and then from ahealing wound. "Theres going to be something in his tox screen otherthan happy pills or something to give him his three-hour woody." "Nothing in the statements to indicate that anyone had anythingagainst the guy. He was just a schmoe. And hes the one who broughtthe illegals in." "Thats right." "You want to go after the pusher?" "Illegals killed him. The guy who sold them held the weapon." Shecaught herself rubbing her hip, stopped, and turned around. "Whatdid you get from the witnesses regarding this guys illegals habit?" "He didnt really have one. Just played around a little now and thenat parties." Peabody paused a moment. "And one of the ways pushersincrease their business is to spice the deal here and there. Okay. Ill see ifIllegals has anything on this Zero, then well go have a talk with him." She let Peabody run the show and spent her time getting the data onthe next of kin. Tubbs had no spouse or cohab, but he had a motherin Brooklyn. Jacobs had a wife and a kid. As it was unlikely any investigationwould be necessary into either victims life, she contacted a departmentalgrief counselor. Informing next of kin was always tough,but the holidays added layers. Back on the sidewalk, she stood looking at the police barricades, thethrongs behind them, the ugly smears left behind on the pavement. Ithad been stupid, and plain bad luck, and had too many elements offarce to be overlooked. But two men whod been alive that morning were now in bags ontheir way to the morgue. "Hey, lady! Hey, lady! Hey, lady! " On the third call, Eve glanced around and spotted the kid whodscooted under the police line. He carried a battered suitcase nearly asbig as he was. "You talking to me? Do I look like a lady?""Got good stuff." As she watched, more impressed than surprised,he flipped the latch on the case. A three-legged stand popped out of thebottom, and the case folded out and became a table loaded with muf-flers and scarves. "Good stuff. Hundred percent cashmere."The kid had skin the color of good black coffee, and eyes of impossiblegreen. There was an airboard hanging on a strap at his back, and theboard was painted in hot reds, yellows, and oranges to simulate flames.Even as he grinned at her, his nimble fingers were pulling up variousscarves. "Nice color for you, Details ISBN0425210731 Author J.D. Robb Short Title MEMORY IN DEATH Language English ISBN-10 0425210731 ISBN-13 9780425210734 Media Book Year 2006 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Alternative 9781423304746 Birth 1950 Residence MD, US DOI 10.1604/9780425210734 Series Number 22 AU Release Date 2006-06-27 NZ Release Date 2006-06-27 US Release Date 2006-06-27 UK Release Date 2006-06-27 Pages 384 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Series In Death Format Paperback Publication Date 2006-06-27 DEWEY 813.54 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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