Judgment in Death (In Death Series #11)

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In an uptown strip joint, a cop is found bludgeoned to death. The weapon's a baseball bat. The motive's a mystery. It's a case of serious overkill that pushes Eve Dallas straight into overdrive. Her investigation uncovers a private club that's more than a hot spot. Purgatory's a last chance for atonement where everyone is judged. Where your ultimate fate depends on your most intimate sins. And where one cop's hidden secrets are about to plunge innocent souls into vice-ridden ...

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In an uptown strip joint, a cop is found bludgeoned to death. The weapon's a baseball bat. The motive's a mystery. It's a case of serious overkill that pushes Eve Dallas straight into overdrive. Her investigation uncovers a private club that's more than a hot spot. Purgatory's a last chance for atonement where everyone is judged. Where your ultimate fate depends on your most intimate sins. And where one cop's hidden secrets are about to plunge innocent souls into vice-ridden damnation...

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J. D. Robb, a pseudonymous cover for the bestselling queen of romance, Nora Roberts, shows no signs of slowing down. With the release of Judgment in Death, the 12th book in her futuristic sci-fi cop series, Robb has managed to score yet another winning tale of passionate suspense. Set in New York City in the year 2059, Robb's star attraction, Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas, proves once again that it's possible to be tough, smart, and sexy.

This time out, Eve's case involves the brutal bludgeoning death of a bartender in a trendy, upscale strip club that just happens to be owned by Eve's husband, Roarke. When it's discovered that the bartender is actually a cop, things get even more tense as Eve and her cadre of associates try to determine if the victim was on the take, and if so, who else might be involved. A key piece of evidence, 30 pieces of silver credit chips left beside the body, suggests someone thought the dead cop was a Judas. Eve dives into the investigation and, in her typically brusque style, is quick to make new enemies. Chief among them are the ambitious woman captain of the dead policeman's precinct, a detective with a New York-sized chip on his shoulder, and a ruthless and powerful millionaire named Ricker, a chief competitor of Roarke's who holds a long-standing grudge.

Eve discovers the dead cop was involved in a recent investigation of Ricker, though the millionaire managed to wiggle out of most of the charges. She suspects Ricker did so by adding the dead cop -- and several others from that precinct -- to his payroll. When another cop turns up dead, this murder even more brutal than its predecessor, all the evidence points to a fellow cop as the killer.

Once again Robb manages to find the perfect balance of strength and softness in the plucky, no-nonsense Eve. The relationship between Eve and Roarke, while hardly without its bumps, shows that a long-term marriage can be every bit as passionate as a new love. Watching as Eve and Roarke struggle to mend a huge breach in their marriage provides a quick lesson on compromise and the building blocks for a healthy relationship -- which may explain at least part of Robb's great success. Where else can you find science fiction, passionate romance, relationship counseling, and high suspense all in one book?

--Beth Amos

Jill M. Smith
This is one of the best romantic suspense series ever written.
Romantic Times
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Written under the pen name J.D. Robb, this futuristic mystery--set in New York City, year 2059--showcases veteran writer Nora Roberts's skills at their best. It's as tough, smart, sassy and successful as its heroine, police lieutenant Eve Dallas. The story opens in the upscale nightclub Purgatory, where Dallas discovers the brutally slain body of a fellow officer; another cop is murdered soon thereafter. Both men, it appears, were on the take, and both were connected to elusive criminal Max Ricker. Dallas's investigation, which exposes crime and police corruption, puts both her reputation and life in danger. To make matters worse, Purgatory is owned by her own millionaire husband, Roarke--a business associate of Ricker's before turning legitimate--and the overlap of professional and personal lives adds extra fireworks to an already tempestuous marriage. Robb's plotting is precise and fast paced, creating a satisfying mystery full of lively, credible twists. Secondary characters--a troubled female police captain, an Internal Affairs cop with a leftover crush on Dallas--are as well-drawn as Dallas herself, a tough but endearing 21st-century woman. Sexy, surprising and often funny power struggles between Dallas and Roarke are the tasty icing on this extremely well-made fictional "cake," which is just the right confection for lazy late-summer reading. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
The latest in Robb's (a.k.a. Nora Roberts) Eve Dallas series, this fast-paced mystery takes our tough-minded, insightful homicide lieutenant into the hellish world of "illegals" and crime as she investigates the vicious murder of a cop in a sleazy New York nightclub appropriately named Purgatory and owned, not surprisingly, by Eve's tycoon husband, who owns just about everything around. But things take a twisted and unexpectedly personal turn as Eve starts digging and more bodies show up, and soon she finds herself in the killer's sights as well. A law-flouting criminal kingpin with a personal vendetta who deals in illegals, a crazed cop on a murderous mission, and a pair of perfectly matched protagonists propel this fast-paced, gritty, often violent story, which provides what few romantic suspense novels can--an exquisite blend of electric sensuality, hard-core suspense, and soulwarming romance that continually brings fans back for more. Robb (Witness in Death) is a member of the RWA Hall of Fame and lives in Keedysville, MD. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
Internet Book Watch
In 2059 Earth, technology has made life better and easier for most people, but crime remains a problem as felons adapt the latest gizmos for their use. New York Police Department Lieutenant Eve Dallas overcame an abusive childhood to become a successful law enforcement official respected by her peers and feared by criminals. Her spouse, the ultra-powerful Roarke, loves her dearly and seems to always help her on her most dangerous cases. All seems quiet until an unknown assailant bludgeons an undercover police officer in one of Roarke's entertainment clubs. Subsequently, someone they must have known guns down several other police officers. Eve and Roarke realize they must stop the cop killer before he murders again. However, neither one of the lovers yet know that an enemy as powerful as Roarke is orchestrating a more dangerous scenario for the two of them. J.D. Robb writes a fast-paced, enthralling mystery with some romance between the two lead characters. The story line is spiced up by two cases that intersect with clues that lead to the final climax. Judgement In Death is the finest work in a wonderful futuristic series that will appeal to many different genre fans.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425176306
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 9/12/2000
  • Series: In Death Series , #11
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 109,998
  • Product dimensions: 6.74 (w) x 10.92 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

J.D. Robb is the pseudonym for a number-one New York Times-bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the futuristic suspense In Death series. There are more than 400 million copies of her books in print.

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times-bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J.D. Robb. There are more than 400 million copies of her books in print.

Biography

Not only has Nora Roberts written more bestsellers than anyone else in the world (according to Publishers Weekly), she’s also created a hybrid genre of her own: the futuristic detective romance. And that’s on top of mastering every subgenre in the romance pie: the family saga, the historical, the suspense novel. But this most prolific and versatile of authors might never have tapped into her native talent if it hadn't been for one fateful snowstorm.

As her fans well know, in 1979 a blizzard trapped Roberts at home for a week with two bored little kids and a dwindling supply of chocolate. To maintain her sanity, Roberts started scribbling a story -- a romance novel like the Harlequin paperbacks she'd recently begun reading. The resulting manuscript was rejected by Harlequin, but that didn't matter to Roberts. She was hooked on writing. Several rejected manuscripts later, her first book was accepted for publication by Silhouette.

For several years, Roberts wrote category romances for Silhouette -- short books written to the publisher's specifications for length, subject matter and style, and marketed as part of a series of similar books. Roberts has said she never found the form restrictive. "If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations," she explained. "If this doesn't suit you, you shouldn't write it. I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure."

Roberts never violated the reader's expectations, but she did show a gift for bringing something fresh to the romance formula. Her first book, Irish Thoroughbred (1981), had as its heroine a strong-willed horse groom, in contrast to the fluttering young nurses and secretaries who populated most romances at the time. But Roberts's books didn't make significant waves until 1985, when she published Playing the Odds, which introduced the MacGregor clan. It was the first bestseller of many.

Roberts soon made a name for herself as a writer of spellbinding multigenerational sagas, creating families like the Scottish MacGregors, the Irish Donovans and the Ukrainian Stanislaskis. She also began working on romantic suspense novels, in which the love story unfolds beneath a looming threat of violence or disaster. She grew so prolific that she outstripped her publishers' ability to print and market Nora Roberts books, so she created an alter ego, J.D. Robb. Under the pseudonym, she began writing romantic detective novels set in the future. By then, millions of readers had discovered what Publishers Weekly called her "immeasurable diversity and talent."

Although the style and substance of her books has grown, Roberts remains loyal to the genre that launched her career. As she says, "The romance novel at its core celebrates that rush of emotions you have when you are falling in love, and it's a lovely thing to relive those feelings through a book."

Good To Know

Roberts still lives in the same Maryland house she occupied when she first started writing -- though her carpenter husband has built on some additions. She and her husband also own Turn the Page Bookstore Café in Boonsboro, Maryland. When Roberts isn't busy writing, she likes to drop by the store, which specializes in Civil War titles as well as autographed copies of her own books.

Roberts sued fellow writer Janet Dailey in 1997, accusing her of plagiarizing numerous passages of her work over a period of years. Dailey paid a settlement and publicly apologized, blaming stress and a psychological disorder for her misconduct.

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    1. Also Known As:
      J. D. Robb; Sarah Hardesty; Jill March; Eleanor Marie Robertson (birth name)
    2. Hometown:
      Keedysville, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      1950
    2. Place of Birth:
      Silver Spring, Maryland

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Chapter One

She stood in Purgatory and studied death. The blood and the gore of it, the ferocity of its glee. It had come to this place with the willful temper of a child, full of heat and passion and careless brutality.

    Murder was rarely a tidy business. Whether it was craftily calculated or wildly impulsive, it tended to leave a mess for others to clean up.

    It was her job to wade through the debris of murder, to pick up the pieces, see where they fit, and put together a picture of the life that had been stolen. And through that picture to find the image of a killer.

    Now, in the early hours of morning, in the hesitant spring of 2059, her boots crunched over a jagged sea of broken glass. Her eyes, brown and cool, scanned the scene: shattered mirrors, broken bottles, splintered wood. Wall screens were smashed, privacy booths scarred and dented. Pricey leather and cloth that had covered stools or the plusher seating areas had been ripped to colorful shreds.

    What had once been an upscale strip club was now a jumbled pile of expensive garbage.

    What had once been a man lay behind the wide curve of the bar. Now a victim, sprawled in his own blood.

    Lieutenant Eve Dallas crouched beside him. She was a cop, and that made him hers.

    "Male. Black. Late thirties. Massive trauma, head and body. Multiple broken bones." She took a gauge from her field kit to take the body and ambient temperatures. "Looks like the fractured skull would have done the job, but it didn't stop there."

    "He was beaten to pieces."

    Eve acknowledged her aide's comment with a grunt. She was looking at what was left of a well-built man in his prime, a good six-two and two hundred and thirty pounds of what had been toned muscle.

    "What do you see, Peabody?"

    Automatically, Peabody shifted her stance, focused her vision. "The victim ... well, it appears the victim was struck from behind. The first blow probably took him down, or at least dazed him. The killer followed through, with repeated strikes. From the pattern of the blood splatter, and brain matter, he was taken out with head shots, then beaten while down, likely unconscious. Some of the injuries were certainly delivered postmortem. The metal bat is the probable murder weapon and was used by someone of considerable strength, possibly chemically induced, as the scene indicates excessive violence often demonstrated by users of Zeus."

    "Time of death, oh four hundred," Eve stated, then turned her head to look up at Peabody.

    Her aide was starched and pressed and as official as they came, with her uniform cap set precisely on her dark chin-length hair. She had good eyes, Eve thought, clear and dark. And though the sheer vileness of the scene had leached some of the color from her cheeks, she was holding.

    "Motive?" Eve asked.

    "It appears to be robbery, Lieutenant."

    "Why?"

    "The cash drawer's open and empty. The credit machine's broken."

    "Mmm-hmm. Snazzy place like this would be heavier in credits, but they'd do some cash business."

    "Zeus addicts kill for spare change."

    "True enough. But what would our victim have been doing alone, in a closed club, with an addict? Why would he let anyone hopped on Zeus behind the bar? And ..." With her sealed fingers she picked up a small silver credit chip from the river of blood. "Why would our addict leave these behind? A number of them are scattered here around the body."

    "He could have dropped them." But Peabody began to think she wasn't seeing something Eve did.

    "Could have."

    She counted the coins as she picked them up, thirty in all, sealed them in an evidence bag, and handed it to Peabody. Then she picked up the bat. It was fouled with blood and brain. About two feet in length, she judged, and weighted to mean business.

    Mean business.

    "It's good, solid metal, not something an addict would pick up in some abandoned building. We're going to find this belonged here, behind the bar. We're going to find, Peabody, that our victim knew his killer. Maybe they were having an after-hours drink."

    Her eyes narrowed as she pictured it. "Maybe they had words, and the words escalated. More likely, our killer already had an edge on. He knew where the bat was. Came behind the bar. Something he'd done before, so our friend here doesn't think anything of it. He's not concerned, doesn't worry about turning his back."

    She did so herself, measuring the position of the body, of the splatter. "The first blow rams him face first into the glass on the back wall. Look at the cuts on his face. Those aren't nicks from flying glass. They're too long, too deep. He manages to turn, and that's where the killer takes the next swing here, across the jaw. That spins him around again. He grabs the shelves there, brings them down. Bottles crashing. That's when he took the killing blow. This one that cracked his skull like an egg."

    She crouched again, sat back on her heels. "After that, the killer just beat the hell out of him, then wrecked the place. Maybe in temper, maybe as cover. But he had enough control to come back here, to look at his handiwork before he left. He dropped the bat here when he was done."

    "He wanted it to look like a robbery? Like an illegals overkill?"

    "Yeah. Or our victim was a moron and I'm giving him too much credit. You got the body and immediate scene recorded? All angles?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Let's turn him over."

    The shattered bones shifted like a sack of broken crockery as Eve turned the body. "Goddamn it. Oh, goddamn it."

    She reached down to lift the smeared ID from the cool, congealing pool of blood. With her sealed thumb, she wiped at the photo and the shield. "He was on the job."

    "He was a cop?" Peabody stepped forward. She heard the sudden silence. The crime scene team and the sweepers working on the other side of the bar stopped talking. Stopped moving.

    A half dozen faces turned. Waited.

    "Kohli, Detective Taj." Eve's face was grim as she got to her feet. "He was one of us."


Peabody crossed the littered floor to where Eve stood watching the remains of Detective Taj Kohli being bagged for transferal to the morgue. "I got his basics, Dallas. He's out of the One twenty-eight, assigned to Illegals. Been on the job for eight years. Came out of the military. He was thirty-seven. Married. Two kids."

    "Anything pop on his record?"

    "No, sir. It's clean."

    "Let's find out if he was working undercover here or just moonlighting. Elliott? I want those security discs."

    "There aren't any." One of the crime scene team hurried over. His face was folded into angry lines. "Cleaned out. Every one of them. The place had full scope, and this son of a bitch snagged every one. We got nothing."

    "Covered his tracks." With her hands on her hips, Eve turned a circle. The club was triple-leveled, with a stage on the main, dance floors on one and two. Privacy rooms ringed the top. For full scope, she estimated it would need a dozen cameras, probably more. To snag all the record discs would have taken time and care.

    "He knew the place," she decided. "Or he's a fucking security whiz. Window dressing," she muttered. "All this destruction's just window dressing. He knew what he was doing. He had control. Peabody, find out who owns the place, who runs it. I want to know everybody who works here. I want to know the setup."

    "Lieutenant?" A harassed-looking sweeper trudged through the chaos. "There's a civilian outside."

    "There are a lot of civilians outside. Let's keep them there."

    "Yes, sir, but this one insists on speaking to you. He says this is his place. And, ah ..."

    "`And, ah' what?"

    "And that you're his wife."

    "Roarke Entertainment," Peabody announced as she read off the data from her palm PC. She sent Eve a cautious smile.. "Guess who owns Purgatory?"

    "I should've figured it." Resigned, Eve strode to the entrance door.


He looked very much as he'd looked two hours before when they'd parted ways to go about their individual business. Sleek and gorgeous. The light topcoat he wore over his dark suit fluttered a bit in the breeze. The same breeze that tugged at the mane of black hair that framed his poetically sinful face. The dark glasses he wore against the glare of the sun only added to the look of slick elegance.

    And when he slipped them off as she stepped out, the brilliant blue of his eyes met hers. He tucked the glasses in his pocket, lifted an eyebrow.

    "Good morning, Lieutenant."

    "I had a bad feeling when I walked in here. It's just your kind of place, isn't it? Why do you have to own every damn thing?"

    "It was a boyhood dream." His voice cruised over Ireland, picked up the music of it. He glanced past her to the police seal. "It appears we've both been inconvenienced."

    "Did you have to tell the sweeper I was your wife?"

    "You are my wife," he said easily and shifted his gaze back to her face. "A fact which pleases me daily." He took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her wedding ring before she could tug it free again.

    "No touching," she hissed at him, which made him smile.

    "That's not what you said a few hours ago. In fact—"

    "Shut up, Roarke." She glanced around, though none of the cops working the scene was outside or close enough to hear. "This is a police investigation."

    "So I'm told."

    "And who told you?"

    "The head of the maintenance team who found the body. He did call the police first;' he pointed out. "But it's natural he'd report the incident to me. What happened?"

    There was no point in griping because his business had tangled around hers. Again. She tried to console herself that he could and would help her cut through some of the muck of paperwork.

    "Do you have a bartender by the name of Kohli? Taj Kohli?"

    "I have no idea. But I can find out." He took a slim memo book out of his breast pocket, keyed in a request for data. "Is he dead?"

    "As dead gets."

    "Yes, he was mine," Roarke confirmed, and the Irish in his voice had taken on a cold note. "For the past three months. Part time. Four nights a week. He had a family."

    "Yes, I know." Such things mattered to him, and it always touched her heart. "He was a cop," Eve said. This time his brows lifted. "Didn't have that data in your little scan, did you?"

    "No. It seems my personnel director was careless. That will be fixed. Am I allowed inside?"

    "Yeah, in a minute. How long have you owned the place?"

    "Four years, more or less."

    "How many employees, full- and part-time?"

    "I'll get you all the data, Lieutenant, and answer all pertinent questions." Annoyance gleamed in his eyes as he reached for the door himself. "But now, I'd like to see my place."

    He pushed inside, scanned the destruction, then focused in on the thick black bag being loaded on what the death attendants called a stroller.

    "How was he killed?"

    "Thoroughly," Eve said, then sighed when Roarke simply turned and stared at her. "It was ugly, okay? Metal bat." She watched Roarke look toward the bar and the spray of blood sparkling on glass like an incomprehensible painting. "After the first few hits, he wouldn't have felt anything."

    "Ever had a bat laid into you? I have," he said before she could answer. "It's not pleasant. It seems far-fetched to think it's robbery, even one that got well out of hand."

    "Why?"

    "There'd have been enough prime liquor, easily fenced, to keep anyone cozily fixed for some time. Why break the bottles when you could sell them? If you hit a place like this, it's not for the bit of cash that might be copped, but for the inventory and perhaps some of the equipment."

    "Is that the voice of experience?"

    She teased a grin out of him. "Naturally. My experience, that is, as a property owner and a law-abiding citizen."

    "Right."

    "Security discs?"

    "Gone. He got all of them."

    "Then it follows he'd cased the place carefully beforehand."

    "How many cameras?"

    Once again, Roarke took out his pad, checked data. "Eighteen. Nine on this floor, six on two, and the other two on the top level for full scope. Before you ask, closing is at three, which would have staff out by half past. The last show, and we've live ones here, ends at two. The musicians and the entertainers—"

    "Strippers."

    "As you like," he said mildly. "They clock off at that time. I'll have names and schedules for you within the hour."

    "Appreciate it. Why Purgatory?"

    "The name?" The ghost of a smile flirted with his mouth. "I liked it. The priests will tell you Purgatory's a place for atonement, rehabilitation perhaps. A bit like prison. I've always seen it as a last chance to be human" he decided. "Before you strap on your wings and halo or face the fire."

    "Which would you rather?" she wondered. "The wings or the fire?"

    "That's the point, you see. I prefer being human." As the stroller wheeled by, he ran a hand over her short brown hair. "I'm sorry for this."

    "So am I. Any reason a New York City detective would have been working undercover in Purgatory?"

    "I couldn't say. It's certainly likely that some of the clientele might dabble in areas not strictly approved by the NYPSD, but I've not been informed of anything overt. Some illegals might change hands in privacy rooms or under tables, but there's been no large transactions here. I would have known. The strippers don't turn tricks unless they're licensed, which some are. No one under age is allowed through the doors—as client or staff. I have my own standards, Lieutenant, such as they are."

    "I'm not coming down on you. I need a picture."

    "You're pissed that I'm here at all."

    She waited a minute, her short, choppy hair disordered from its dance outside in the early breeze. As the morgue techs opened the door to transfer Kohli, the sounds of the day punched into the club.

    Traffic was already thickening. Cars crammed irritably on the street, air commuters swarmed the skies. She heard the call of an early-bird glide-cart operator call to the techs and ask: "What da fuck'?"

    "Okay, I'm pissed that you're here at all. I'll get over it. When's the last time you were in here?"

    "Months. It ran well and didn't need my direct attention."

    "Who manages it for you?"

    "Rue MacLean. I'll get her information to you as well."

    "Sooner than later. Do you want to go through the place now?"

    "No point in it until I've refreshed myself on how it was. I'll want to be let back in once I've done that."

    "I'll take care of it. Yes, Peabody'?" she said, turning as her aide inched forward and cleared her throat.

    "Sorry, sir, but I thought you'd want to know I reached the victim's squad captain. They're sending a member of his unit and a counselor to inform next of kin. They need to know if they should wait for you or see the wife alone."

    "Tell them to wait. We'll head over now and meet them. I have to go," she said to Roarke.

    "I don't envy you your job, Lieutenant." Because he needed it, he took her hand, linked their fingers firmly. "But I'll let you get back to it. I'll have the information you wanted to you as soon as I can."

    "Roarke?" she called as he started for the door. "I'm sorry about your place."

    "Wood and glass. There's plenty more," he replied as he looked at her over his shoulder.

    "He doesn't mean it" Eve murmured when he'd shut the door behind him.

    "Sir?"

    "They messed with him. He won't let it go" Eve heaved out a breath. "Come on, Peabody, let's go see the wife and get this particular hell over with."


The Kohlis lived in a decent, midlevel building on the East Side. The kind of place, Eve mused, where you found young families and older retired couples. Not hip enough for the single crowd, not cheap enough for the struggling.

    It was a simple multiunit, pleasantly if not elegantly rehabbed post-Urban Wars.

    Door security was a basic code entry.

    Eve spotted the cops before she'd double-parked and flipped her On Duty light to active.

    The woman was well turned out, with gilt-edged hair that curved up to her cheeks in two stiletto points. She wore sun shades and an inexpensive business suit in navy. The shoes with their thin, two-inch heels told Eve she worked a desk.

    Brass. Eve was sure of it.

    The man had good shoulders and a bit of pudge at the middle. He'd let his hair go gray, and there was a lot of it. Currently, it was dancing in the breeze around his quiet, composed face. He wore cop shoes—hard-soled and buffed to a gleam. His suit jacket was a little small in the body and starting to fray at the cuffs.

    A long-timer, Eve judged, who'd moved from beat to street to desk.

    "Lieutenant Dallas." The woman stepped forward but didn't offer her hand for a polite shake. "I recognized you. You get a lot of play in the media." It wasn't said with rebuke, but there was a hint of it in the air, nonetheless. "I'm Captain Roth, from the One twenty-eight. This is Sergeant Clooney out of my house. He's here as grief counselor."

    "Thanks for waiting. Officer Peabody, my aide."

    "What is the status of your investigation, Lieutenant?"

    "Detective Kohli's body is with the ME and will have priority. My report will be written and filed subsequent to notification of next of kin."

    She paused to avoid shouting over the sudden blast of a maxibus that pulled to the curb half a block down.

    "At this point, Captain Roth, I have a dead police officer who was the apparent victim of a particularly brutal beating in the early hours of this morning while he was in a club, after hours. A club where he was employed as a part-time bartender."

    "Robbery?"

    "Unlikely."

    "Then what is the motive, in your opinion?"

    A little seed of resentment planted itself in Eve's gut. It would, she knew, fester there if she wasn't careful. "I've formed no opinion as to motive at this stage of my investigation. Captain Roth, do you want to stand on the street and question me, or would you prefer to read my report when it's filed?"

    Roth opened her mouth, then sucked in a breath. "Point taken, Lieutenant. Detective Kohli worked under me for five years. I'll be straight with you. I want this investigation handled out of my house."

    "I appreciate your feelings in this matter, Captain Roth. I can only assure you that as long as I'm primary, the investigation into the death of Detective Kohli will receive my complete focus."

    Take off the damn shades, Eve thought. I want to see your eyes. "You can request the transfer of authority," Eve continued. "But I'll be straight with you. I won't give it up easy. I stood over him this morning. I saw what was done to him. You couldn't want his killer any more than I do."

    "Captain." Clooney stepped forward, laying a hand lightly on Roth's arm at the elbow. There were lines fanning out from his pale blue eyes. They made him look tired and somehow trustworthy. "Lieutenant. Emotions are running pretty high right now. For all of us. But we've got a job to do here and now."

    He glanced up, homing in on a window four stories above. "Whatever we're feeling doesn't come close to what's going to be felt upstairs."

    "You're right. You're right, Art. Let's get this done."

    Roth turned to the entrance, bypassed the code with her master.

    "Lieutenant?" Clooney hung back. "I know you'll want to question Patsy, Taj's wife. I have to ask if you could go a little easy just now. I know what she's about to go through. I lost a son in the line of duty a few months back. It rips a hole in you."

    "I'm not going to kick her while she's down, Clooney." Eve shoved through the doors, caught herself, turned back. "I didn't know him," she said more calmly, "but he was murdered, and he was a cop. That's enough for me. Okay?"

    "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

    "Christ, I hate this." She followed Roth to the elevator. "How do you do it?" she asked Clooney. "The counseling thing. How do you stand it?"

    "To tell you the truth, they tapped me for it because I have a way with keeping the peace. Mediation" he added with a quick smile. "I agreed to survivor counseling, to give it a try, and found I could do some good. You know what they feel—every stage of it."

    He pressed his lips together as they stepped onto the elevator. The smile was long gone. "You stand it because maybe you can help ... just a little. It makes a difference if the counselor's a cop. And I've discovered in the last few months it makes a bigger one if the counselor's a cop who experienced a loss. You ever lose a family member, Lieutenant?"

    Eve flashed on a dingy room, the bloody husk of a man, and the child she'd been, huddled broken in a corner. "I don't have any family."

    "Well ..." was all Clooney said as they stepped off on the fourth floor.

    She would know, and they were all aware of it. A cop's spouse would know the minute she opened the door. How the words were spoken varied little, and it didn't matter a damn. The minute the door opened, lives were irrevocably changed.

    They didn't have the chance to knock before it began.

    Patsy Kohli was a pretty woman with smooth, ebony skin and a closely cropped thatch of black curls. She was dressed to go out, a baby sling strapped across her breasts. The small boy at her side had his hand clasped in hers as he danced frantically in place.

    "Let's go swing! Let's go swing!"

    But his mother had frozen in place, the laughter that had been in her eyes dying away. She lifted one hand, pressing it to the baby, and the baby to her heart.

    "Taj."

    Roth had taken off her sunshades. Her eyes were coldly blue, rigidly blank. "Patsy. We need to come in."

    "Taj." Patsy stood where she was, slowly shaking her head. "Taj."

    "Here now, Patsy." Clooney moved in, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "Why don't we sit down?"

    "No. No. No."

    The little boy began to cry, wailing yelps as he tugged on his mother's unresponsive hand. Both Roth and Eve looked down at him with stares of sheer, hot panic.

    Peabody eased inside, crouched down to his level.

    "Hi, pal."

    "Going swing," he said pitifully, while great tears spilled down his chubby cheeks.

    "Yeah. Lieutenant, why don't I take the boy out?"

    "Good idea. Good thinking" Her stomach was busily tying itself into knots at the rising sobs. "Mrs. Kohli, with your permission, my officer will take your son outside for awhile. I think that would be best"

    "Chad" Patsy stared down as if coming out of a dream. "We're going to the park. Two blocks over. The swings"

    "I'll take him, Mrs. Kohli. We'll be fine." With an ease that had Eve frowning, Peabody lifted the boy, set him on her hip. "Hey, Chad, you like soy dogs?"

    "Patsy, why don't you give me your little girl there." Gently, Clooney unhooked the sling, slipped the baby free. Then, to Eve's shock, he passed the bundle to her.

    "Oh listen, I can't—"

    But Clooney was already guiding Pasty to the sofa, and Eve was left holding the bag. Or so she thought of it. Wincing, she looked down, and when big, black eyes stared curiously up at her, her palms went damp.

    And when the baby said, "Coo" she lost all the spit in her mouth.

    She searched the room for help. Clooney and Roth were already flanking Pasty, and Clooney's voice was a quiet murmur. The room was small and lived-in, with a scatter of toys on the rug and a scent—one she didn't recognize—that was talc and crayons and sugar. The scent of children.

    But she spotted a basket of neatly folded laundry on the floor by a chair. Perfect, she decided and, with the care of a woman handling a homemade boomer, laid the baby on top.

    "Stay" she whispered, awkwardly patting the dark, downy head.

    And started to breathe again.

    She tuned back into the room, saw the woman on the sofa gathered into herself, rocking, rocking, with her hands gripped in Clooney's. She made no sound, and her tears fell like rain.

    Eve stayed out of the way, watched Clooney work, watched the unity of support stand on either side of the widow. This, she thought, was family. For what it was worth. And in times like this, it was all there could be.

    Grief settled into the room like fog. It would, she knew, be a long time before it burned away again.

    "It's my fault. It's my fault." They were the first words Patsy spoke since she'd sat on the sofa.

    "No." Clooney squeezed her hands until she lifted her head. They needed to look in your eyes, he knew. To believe you, to take comfort, they needed to see it all in your eyes. "Of course it's not."

    "He'd never have been working there if not for me. I didn't want to go back to work after Jilly was born. I wanted to stay home. The money, the professional mother's salary was so much less than—"

    "Patsy, Taj was happy you were content to stay home with the children. He was so proud of them and of you."

    "I can't---Chad:' She pulled her hands free, pressed them to her face. "How can I tell him? How can we live without Taj? Where is he?" She dropped her hands, looked around blindly. "I have to go see him. Maybe there's a mistake."

    It was, Eve knew, her time. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kohli, there's no mistake. I'm Lieutenant Dallas. I'm in charge of the investigation:'

    "You saw Taj." Patsy got shakily to her feet.

    "Yes. I'm sorry, very sorry for your loss. Can you talk to me, Mrs. Kohli? Help me find the person who did this?"

    "Lieutenant Dallas," Roth began, but Patsy shook her head.

    "No, no. I want to talk. Taj would want me to. He'd want ... Where's Jilly? Where's my baby?"

    "I, ah ..." Feeling sticky again, Eve gestured to the hamper.

    "Oh" Patsy wiped tears from her face, smiled. "She's so good. Such a love. She hardly ever cries. I should put her in her crib."

    "I'll do that for you, Patsy." Clooney rose. "You talk to the lieutenant." He gave Eve a quiet look, full of sorrow and understanding. "That's what Taj would want. Do you want us to call someone for you? Your sister?"

    "Yes." Patsy drew in a breath. "Yes, please. If you'd call Carla for me."

    "Captain Roth will do that for you, won't you, Captain? While I put the baby down."

    Roth struggled, set her teeth. It didn't surprise Eve to see the annoyance. Clooney had essentially taken over, gently, And this wasn't a woman who liked taking orders from her sergeant.

    "Yes, of course." With a final warning look at Eve, she walked into the next room.

    "Are you with Taj's squad?"

    "No, I'm not."

    "No, no, of course." Patsy rubbed her temple. "You'd be with Homicide." She started to break, the sound coming through her lips like a whimper. And Eve watched with admiration as she toughened up. "What do you want to know?"

    "Your husband didn't come home this morning. You weren't concerned?"

    "No." She reached back, braced a hand on the arm of the couch, and lowered herself down. "He'd told me he'd probably go into the station from the club. He sometimes did that. And he said he was meeting someone after closing."

    "Who?"

    "He didn't say, just that he had someone to see after closing."

    "Do you know of anyone who wished him harm, Mrs. Kohli?"

    "He was a cop," she said simply. "Do you know anyone who wishes you harm, Lieutenant?"

    Fair enough, Eve thought and nodded. "Anyone specific? Someone he mentioned to you."

    "No. Taj didn't bring work home. It was a point of honor for him, I think. He didn't want anything to touch his family. I don't even know what cases he was working on. He didn't like to talk about it. But he was worried."

    She folded her hands tightly in her lap, stared down at them. Stared, Eve noted, at the gold band on her finger. "I could tell he was worried about something. I asked him about it, but he brushed it off. That was Taj," she managed with a trembling smile. "He had, well some people would say it was a male dominant thing, but it was just Taj. He was old-fashioned about some things. He was a good man. A wonderful father. He loved his job."

    She pressed her lips together. "He would have been proud to die in the line of duty. But not like this. Not like this. Whoever did this to him took that away from him. Took him away from me and from his babies. How can that be? Lieutenant, how can that be?"

    And as there was no answer to it; all Eve could do was ask more questions.

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  • Posted April 11, 2010

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    great read

    Nora Roberts writing as JD Robb has a winning series here. Eve Dallas is the Homicide detective of the future and Roarke is her exciting sexy spouse. The mysteries keep you guessing to the end and romance is steamy while still sweet. The characters keep things interesting. I enjoy the images Ms Roberts gives us of her idea of the future. The imagery is clear, makes me, as the reader believe its really there while I'm reading the story. Even with all the extras, the murder mystery remains the main focus. She always throws in exciting twists that really keeps you on your toes. Sometimes Eve "just knows" who the killer is, but doesn't know how to prove it, and sometimes she struggles with the outcome until the very end. Either way, If you like mysteries, this series is going to keep your attention. The books can be read in order but don't need to be to be understood. Each book, while it may refer to things that happen in previous books, will stand alone.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2000

    Another great book in the 'in Death' series

    Judgment in Death is yet another great book for the 'in Death' Series. Eve Dallas is investigating the death of an undercover cop, Taj Kohli, in her tycoon husband Roarke's classy strip club. But the case is nowhere near simple to solve. There are dirty cops and departmental coverups that Eve must sort through to find the killer. And it doesn't help that she's earns enemies along the way: the dead cop's comander, Captain Roth, and the head of Internal Affairs, Captain Bayliss. One of her leads leads her to Ricker, an old associate of Roarke's who has been waiting years to get revenge on Roarke for taking away some of his business years ago. He'd love it if he could take Eve down as well. Also returning to the series are Peabody, McNab, Feeney, Dr. Mira, Mavis, and Webster (of the IAB). If you liked the other books in the 'in Death' Series you'll love this one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2014

    They keep getting better

    Frankly, I am amazed that each of the "in Death" novels that I have read gets better than the previous one. Ms. Roberts is exceptional at writing dialog and completely tells her stories without third person input. I liked this particular book because, while it starts with bold physical content, the balance of the book is intensely psychological. The romance factor helps keep the reader amused and allows the suspense to build without becoming tedious.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2013

    Disgusting

    I guess there are some people who are titillated by men who brutalize, buly, and , yes, rape, the way Rourke does in this book, but I'mnot one of them. I will never enrich this disgusting writer again.

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

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    What would you do, if you had the power of being the Judge, Jury

    What would you do, if you had the power of being the Judge, Jury AND the Executioner?
    Would you take the law in your own hands? And who would you try and trial first? Friends?
    Family? Past hurts? 

    How about the Law? Police Officers...thus Irony.

    Eve Dallas must try and outthink a cop killer while dealing with feelings at home that
    where never dealt with before. An inside look at the house of a cop: how the family copes
    with a family member as a cop.

    And which side will you be on?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2013

    One of my favorites in the series

    Had me on edge of my seat. Loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2013

    Dawne

    Just finished reading it for the 2nd time. To tell the truth, I felt Roarke was a pushy self absorbed character in this book. He insinuated himself into the case and when Eve put the brakes on it, her went to her superior to push his way into it. I felt his character was portrayed as a selfish me me me. My bar, I protect. My wife I protect even if she don't need it. It seems as the books progress, he wants Eves job more than his own. Its ok if she asks for the help and needs it, but he is just there. Whether she wants his help or not. Definitely has control freak issues. The book had a very good story to it, I just got annoyed with Roarke. He needs to do his own job more and less of butting into Eves.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2013

    This is an amazing series. I cannot wait to get all of these bo

    This is an amazing series. I cannot wait to get all of these books in ebook format. (I already have them in print.)

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  • Posted January 31, 2013

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    ~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog I h

    ~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog

    I have to say that J.D. Robb never fails to hold my attention. She sets a pathway for readers to follow and sometimes, she likes to take you on a little detour. The intensity picks and up emotions run rampant, making for a read that got my heart pumping and my palms sweaty. ~ Under the Covers

    In JUDGMENT IN DEATH, Eve Dallas finds herself in the midst of upscale strip club called Purgatory where a cop has been bludgeoned to death with a baseball bat. Naturally, that club is owned by Roarke, Eve's husband. However, when another murdered cop turns up, Eve knows that something far more dangerous is going on. It seems that the murders of these "dirty cops" are connected to Max Ricker, a former associate of Roarke and a criminal mastermind. As things become hairy, readers get a glimpse of the more possessive side of Roarke!

    I have to say that J.D. Robb never fails to hold my attention. She sets a pathway for readers to follow and sometimes, she likes to take you on a little detour. The intensity picks and up emotions run rampant, making for a read that got my heart pumping and my palms sweaty. It seems that Robb herself is a mastermind at playing with human emotions.

    Roarke displays a fiercer side of himself and boy, was I along for the ride! I just adore it when Roarke steps up!

    And, I have to puff up my chest a bit when I say this because for the first time I can remember, I figured out the killer before it was revealed. Yes, yes I shall pat myself on the back for it and give myself an A. But in all seriousness, I take it as a personal challenge whenever I read an In Death book. Robb's books always make me think and I love how engaging each book feels whenever I immerse myself in this world. It never fails to entertain me.

    No In Death review of mine is complete without Roarke...

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  • Posted December 2, 2012

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    Liked, but didn't love... Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    Liked, but didn't love...

    Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    Beware of spoilers!

    It’s spring 2059 and Eve Dallas is called to a case where a fellow police officer was murdered. He was bludgeoned to death with a metal baseball bat inside a club that is owned by Eve’s husband, Roarke, nonetheless.
    Then, a second police officer is murdered and Eve finds a link; they’re both dirty cops. But as Eve digs deeper she discovers that the first cop was only made to look dirty and was part of a secret operation in internal affairs.

    The murders are all connected to a powerful former associate of Roarke’s (from before he became ‘legitimate’), Max Ricker, who is a career criminal that always slips away without getting caught. Now Roarke and Eve butt heads as she wants to take Ricker down and Roarke knows how dangerous he is and wants her far away from him.

    Although I love him, in the first half of this book, Roarke was annoying the crap out of me with his possessive controlling ways when it came to Eve. He wouldn’t talk to her because she wasn’t completely honest about how she handled Ricker at the beginning of her investigation, but she did fess up the same night. I felt Roarke was acting like a child and he needed to grow up. I also hated the whole “I’ll take what’s mine” scene in the book where he practically forces himself on her, but it’s OK because he knew that Eve wanted it or whatever. I just didn’t like it especially considering her past…but once that is over they go back to themselves thank God! And then I can like Roarke again.

    This was another case of a cop gone bad after suffering the tragic loss of his son and having a bit skewed way of righting things in his son’s honor. But the killer took a backseat to Ricker, even as more bodies started piling up, and the main focus seemed to be to nail him at all costs.

    I really missed Peabody, McNab, and Feeney in this one. Don’t get me wrong, they were present, but the story didn’t go into much detail with any of them. But on the upside, we did get to know Webster a little better and I enjoyed it.

    Bottom line–I thought this book was OK, but nothing earth shattering.

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  • Posted June 4, 2012

    Great Read!

    Love following these characters. Always a great story line and a fast read. Can't wait for the next book!

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  • Posted April 18, 2012

    EXCELLENT!

    As always JD ROBB IN DEATH series delivers!! I never get tired of these books!

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  • Posted April 3, 2012

    If you don't have this series, you should!

    Love this series. I purchased this as a way to fill in a hole in my collection. I really like this book. It shows the love between Eve and Roarke and the difficulties that can appear in a marriage between 2 polar opposites. The story talks about a murder investigation covering the daughter of Rourke's admin plus several other deaths. Very ineresting! Have reread this twice.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2012

    Highly recommended this book if you like JD Robb.

    This is one of JD Robb's best books. It's compelling and keeps you on the edge all the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2012

    read

    Good

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Good Book

    I liked the plot and the characters. Enjoyed reading this book. I recommend Blue Smoke - this is my favorite book by Nora Roberts/JD Robb.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2009

    judgement in death

    I enjoy this book. Robb did not disspoint on the charaters, the plot, or the crime to be figured out. I am waiting for the next book

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  • Posted July 4, 2009

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    FANTASTIC WRITER

    I have been reading her books since I was a teenager. She is a superb writer annd I have enjoyed all her books. I very much fell in love with her DEATH Series of books . Lt. Eve Dallas and Roark are all that you could wish them to be. Each book is a thrill and a pleasure to read. I recommend them ALL.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2003

    JD ROBB does it again and again!!!

    It was a complete surprise when I found out that the author JD Robb was really Nora Roberts. Ms. Roberts romance stories are the best ever printed and yet she surpasses herself when she writes as JD Robb. The suspensful and thrilling mysteries that bring the character of Lt. Eve Dallas to life keep the reader captured until the very end. Whether you have read the first in this series or the very latest, you will not be disappointed. Lt. Dallas was the product of a miserable childhood and because of this she becomes a police officer in the futuristic city of New York in the year 2050. Each book finds Lt. Dallas, Rourke (her husband), her police team and some friends winding their way through yet another heart stopping murder mystery. In each book Eve continues to fight for those who 'can no longer stand for themselves' and stand she does!! Each book is complete unto itself and yet, as I did, I believe that you will find yourself seeking to read them all. To help you know the order they have been released, I have included them: Naked In Death, Glory In Death, Immortal In Death, Rapture In Death, Ceremony In Death, Vengeance In Death, Holiday In Death, Conspiracy In Death, Loyalty In Death, Witness In Death, Judgment In Death, Betrayal In Death, Seduction In Death, Reunion in Death, Purity in Death and Immitation In Death released in August, 2003. Enjoy them all -- you'll never be sorry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2001

    J.D. so rules!!!!!

    I read Judgement first, after looking for something in the bookstore to read. I could not put this book down. After this discovery, which was in December, I have since read five others in the series. I adore Roarke and envy Eve. My favorite was Naked, can't wait for Betrayal and I'm out....

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