Chapter One
A killer wind hurled bitter November air, toothy little knives to gnaw at the bones. She’d forgotten her gloves, but that was just as well as she’d have ruined yet another overpriced pair once she’d sealed up. For now, Lieutenant Eve Dallas stuck her frozen hands in the warm pockets of her coat and looked down at death.
The woman lay at the bottom of the short stairway leading down to what appeared to be a
lower level apartment. From the angle of the head, Eve didn’t need the medical examiner to
tell her the neck was broken.
Eve judged her as middle forties. Not wearing a coat, Eve mused, though the vicious wind wouldn’t trouble her now. Dressed for business — suit jacket, turtleneck, pants, good boots with low heels. Probably fashionable, but Eve would leave that call to her partner when Detective Peabody arrived on scene.
No jewelry, at least not visible. Not even a wrist unit. No handbag, no briefcase or file bag. No litter, no graffiti in the stairwell. Nothing but the body, slumped against the wall. At length she turned to the uniformed officer who’d responded to the 911. “What’s the story?”
“The call came in at two twelve. My partner and I were only two blocks away, hitting a twenty four/seven. We arrived at two fourteen. The owner of the unit, Bradley Whitestone, and an Alva Moonie were on the sidewalk. Whitestone stated they hadn’t entered the unit, which is being rehabbed and is unoccupied. They found the body when he brought Moonie to see the apartment.”
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I did read this book cover to cover without break, but I kept waiting for that moment in an Eve & Roarke book that I just did not get. This book is a basic murder plot, with lots of subtext for the next book. I am going to try not to give spoilers, I might allude to something but will not give details. If you are new to series, start at the beginning, for diehards you will want to read this, but there is nothing other than your own impatience that makes it MUST read today.
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