Abracadabra, Roarke stated, and opened it.Now that's more like it. Hunkered down beside him, Eve studied the neat stacks of cash. This is how he stayed out of a cage so long. No credit, no e-transfers...
A cop? You married a bloody cop? married a bloody criminal, Eve muttered, but nobody ever thinks of that.
A cop did better cynical and suspicious.
The ground—she was a little thing, barely a hundred pounds—until the lack of oxygen had her going limp.
If you gave the media any part of yourself, it squeezed it, twisted it, and wrung it dry.
Every degree of despair and hope that slithered its way across the littered street to crawl over her skin.
Dark and deep in her eyes. He’d opened his mouth without any idea what he would
Damn
You’re not perfect, and that makes you just exactly right.
You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes. You're a suspicious character,...
You know what, Peabody? Justice means a little more to me than a pretty gold star on my record or some fucking captain’s bars. And if you want to go run after lover boy and stroke his ego, no one’s st...
You have to believe the lie to live it, to make others see you the way you need to be seen.
We’re all-inclusive in Homicide, ’cause whatever your race, color, or creed, you can get dead.
Two different primaries, she continued, striding around the office. Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago -- old videos of the Three Boo...
Too revved to sleep.Is that so? Some of the light she loved was back in his eyes. Well, what can we do to pass the time, help you relax? Cribbage, perhaps?Her eyes narrowed. Cribbage? Is that some per...
There was the betting pool with life insurance. I bet so much a month that I’ll live till I die,
There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.
Then I’ll tell you the simple and most complex answer is love. It’s where you start, and where, if you work hard enough, want hard enough, you end.
The media’s no more objective than the last ratings term.
The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve’s sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he’d spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and mu...