Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.
EVE WASN’T SURE WHAT IT SAID ABOUT HER that she was more comfortable in the morgue than in a baby boutique.
Drinking doesn’t make problems go away. Just because you can’t remember them doesn’t mean they’re not there.
Don't wear those trousers with that shirt. What are you thinking?I'm going to a bust, not a party.That's no reason not to look your best. Let's see, what's the well-dressed cop wearing these days to t...
Did he put hands on you? Not quite. I think that was going to be next, but O’Brian drew him off. Before that, Clifton got pissy I wasn’t telling him whatever he wanted to know and accused me of being...
Dial M for Murder in my book, same director. And that
Darling Eve!The Irish was a bit more ripe in the voice, and no, the eyes not as stunningly blue. But Julian Cross hit the gorgeous mark, and moved well.In fact he moved straight to Eve, yanked her int...
Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and aide, Peabody,
Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.
Cold as a bitch’s tit. It’s ‘witch’s.’ Why? Doesn’t matter, Eve said quickly. Neither way makes sense. If somebody’s a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I’m a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago,...
Clearing her throat, Peabody turned the cube on record. I owe Dallas, Lieutenant Meaniepants Eve, twenty dollars to be paid out of my hard-earned, under-appreciated detective's salary next payday. Pea...
Cheating’s cheap and it’s lazy.
Cakes of rice are not a snack. I suspect them of evil deeds for this alone.
By the way, Dallas?What, Peabody?That's a lovely tattoo. New?Eve clamped her teeth together, strode toward the door with as much dignity as she could manage. See? She jabbed a finger into Roarke's che...
But sitting in her own home, with a real meal, and a man who not only listened but got it? She’d won life’s trifecta.
But Eve had already scented it, already—despite herself—begun to smile. It’s coffee, she murmured, unaware of the way her voice softened as she reached for the simple brown bag Mavis held. Coffee. Ill...
Bet the first guy who made fire figured he was a god, and the other cavemen bowed down to him. Or bashed him in the head with a rock and stole his burning stick. She
Bart’s
As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair...
Anyone who deliberately makes someone else feel less, feel helpless? That person is a coward. They’re the weak ones, the shameful ones. What