Memory in Death (In Death Series #22)

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Eve Dallas is one tough cop. It should take more than a seemingly ordinary middle-aged lady to make her fall apart. But when that lady is Trudy Lombard, all bets are off. Just seeing Trudy at the station plunges Eve back to the days when she was a vulnerable, traumatized young girl—and trapped in foster care with the twisted woman who now sits smiling in front of her.

Trudy claims she came all ...

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Overview

View our feature on J.D. Robb’s Eve Dallas series.

Eve Dallas is one tough cop. It should take more than a seemingly ordinary middle-aged lady to make her fall apart. But when that lady is Trudy Lombard, all bets are off. Just seeing Trudy at the station plunges Eve back to the days when she was a vulnerable, traumatized young girl—and trapped in foster care with the twisted woman who now sits smiling in front of her.

Trudy claims she came all the way to New York just to see how Eve is doing. But Eve’s fiercely protective husband, Roarke, suspects otherwise—and a blackmail attempt by Trudy proves his suspicion correct. Eve and Roarke just want the woman out of their lives. But someone else wants her dead. And when her murder comes to pass, Eve and Roarke will follow a circuitous and dangerous path to find out who turned the victimizer into a victim.

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This installment of J. D. Robb's (a.k.a. Nora Roberts) futuristic suspense saga featuring hard-nosed New York City Police and Security Department lieutenant Eve Dallas begins with a bang -- or more appropriately, a splat -- when a corpulent man dressed as Santa falls 36 floors to his death in Times Square. The already bizarre holiday season gets even stranger when Dallas is visited by a ghost from the past -- her former foster mother, whose sadistic psychological abuse, over a period of five and a half months, deeply scarred the nine-year-old Eve.

The Yuletide spirit of giving doesn't seem to extend to the crusty old "Mama Tru," who threatens to reveal explicit details about traumatic events in Eve's childhood, unlesss she is paid $2 million by Eve and her husband, Roarke. He tells her, in no uncertain terms, to take her evil behind back to whatever hole she crawled out of. But when Mama Tru is found beaten to death in her apartment the next morning, Eve vows to solve the murder -- and overcome some personal demons at the same time.

Set in 2059 New York City, Robb's compendious Eve Dallas saga (Memory in Death is the 22nd installment) is a genre-transcendent suspense series that blends science fiction, mystery, and romance into something totally unique. While the focus is more on down-and-dirty detective fiction, the technical science fiction and steamy romantic elements make this series an absolute delight to read -- for science fiction, mystery, and romance fans alike. Paul Goat Allen
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“There are simply no accolades lavish enough to praise this series justly.”—The Columbia (SC) State
Publishers Weekly
After clashing with clones and killers in last year's Origin in Death, New York City police lieutenant Eve Dallas ("Her eyes were the color of good, aged whiskey and were long like the rest of her. And like the rest of her, they were all cop") settles back into a more conventional mystery. In December 2059, a mysterious woman shows up in Eve's office claiming to be her "mama." It's Trudy Lombard, the cruel foster mom who took nine-year-old Eve in after Eve killed her abusive father. Trudy made Eve take cold baths and locked her in closets, among other torments, and now Trudy wants Eve to pay $2 million to keep her past a secret. Readers of the series will know how Roarke, Eve's rich, deadly husband, handles the situation; he tosses Trudy out on her ear. When Trudy is found murdered the next day, it's up to Eve to catch the killer and prove that neither she nor Roarke was behind the bludgeoning. All the action takes place over Christmas, and Eve, being Eve, complains about the foolishness of the holiday, but Roarke et al. continue to slowly teach Eve the virtues of love, family and friendship. This is number 22 in a series that still manages to feel fresh. (Jan.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Memory in Death opens another window into Lt. Eve Dallas's childhood, which she tries so hard to forget. Eve's last case won her national prominence and brought her to the attention of an abusive foster mother from her Texas past, Trudy Lombard, who, accompanied by her son, Bobby, and daughter-in-law, comes to New York to blackmail Eve. Her mere appearance puts Eve into an emotional tailspin, but Eve's husband, Roark, understands Trudy's evil intentions immediately. He not only refuses to pay, he also promises to kill her should she spread tales about Eve's past. Trudy is found dead two days later, and Eve is relieved when the time of death was during a huge Christmas party Eve and Roark were hosting. Still, the death is uncomfortably close, and Eve knows she must solve the crime in order to come to terms with this part of her past. Narrator Susan Ericksen is in top form. In addition to her fine interpretation of the recurring characters, she has fun with the three Texans in the Big Apple. Especially obnoxious is the high-pitched Southern helplessness that Ericksen projects into every word uttered by Bobby's wife, Zana, the absolute antithesis of Eve. Recommended for all mystery collections.-Juleigh Muirhead Clark, John D. Rockefeller Jr. Lib., Colonial Williamsburg Fdn., VA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Just what Lt. Eve Dallas needed to make Christmas in the 2050s complete: a visit from the wicked witch who made her life hell when she was in foster care. The holiday season kicks off with Santa opening a window on an office party and taking a header onto the pavement 36 stories below, killing a bystander in a hard landing. It was drugs, his shocked coworkers admit to Lt. Dallas of New York Police and Security Department, who promptly collars the dealer and thinks she's ready for anything. Well, one thing she's not ready for is Trudy Lombard, the foster mother who terrorized the eight-year-old Eve back in Texas until she ran away. Now Trudy's made the journey to the big city, her son Bobby and his accountant/bride Zana in tow, and she wants nothing more than to coo over her former charge, now world-famous as a homicide dick (Origin in Death, 2005, etc.), and incidentally to put the squeeze on Trudy's billionaire husband Roarke. It seems that Trudy's been following her protegee's career with rapacious interest and is ready to go public with her every misstep on the way to success and celebrity. Roarke tosses her out with brusque counterthreats, of course, and when Eve pays her a call the next day to repeat the brush-off in person, she finds Trudy beaten to death in her hotel room. The setup promises to land Robb's answer to the Jetsons in hot water-but it doesn't, because they both have ironclad alibis and nobody believes they'd hire a hit. So the case at the center of the futuristic trimmings and the connubial romance comes down to nothing more weighty than figuring out whether Trudy's relatives got rid of her, or whether the perp was some other survivor of her unique brand of nurturingwho decided enough was enough. Middling for this venerable, well-regarded series.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425210734
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/27/2006
  • Series: In Death Series, #22
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 113,355
  • Product dimensions: 4.52 (w) x 6.83 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts is the number-one New York Times-bestselling author of more than 150 novels, including High Noon, Angels Fall, Blue Smoke, and Northern Lights. She is also the author of the bestselling futuristic suspense series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 280 million copies of her books in print.
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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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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 weren’t 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 didn’t 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 he’d gonesplat, and had taken out some hapless son of a bitch who’d 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 Santa’s 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 gig’s your buddy?” “Oh, man. Tubbs. Oh, man.” One was black, one was white, but they were both faintly green atthe moment. She couldn’t 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.“I’m going to arrange to have you both escorted downtown whereyou’ll give your statements. I’d like you to voluntarily agree to illegalstesting. If you don’t . . .” She waited a beat, smiled thinly. “We’ll do itthe hard way.” “Oh, man, oh, shit. Tubbs. He’s dead. He’s dead, right?”“That’s 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. “Santa’s Lawrence, Max,age twenty-eight, Midtown address. Guy who—ha-ha—broke hisfall’s Jacobs, Leo, age thirty-three. Queens.” “I’m 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 . . .” “You’re 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 Eve’s face, obviously looking for theright answer. Eve didn’t give it to her. “They’re pretty shaken up, andit’s 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. I’ll take the black guy.” Eve nodded, walked back. “You.” She pointed. “Name?” “Steiner. Ron Steiner.” “We’re 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 it’d 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.” “We’re not on record yet, Ron. We will be, but right now just tell mewhat went down. Your friend’s 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. Wouldn’t 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 don’t mess with that. I’ll take the test, you’ll 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.I’d’ve 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, he’s climbing up, he’s 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 don’t know why. We were his friends, and we ran down.” “Where’d 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 must’ve 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. Zero’s. 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 she’d 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 hadn’t run like rabbits had given statements in adjoiningrooms, then had been released. “What’s your take?” Eve asked Peabody as she crossed the minefieldof plates and glasses scattered on the carpet. “Other than Tubbs won’t 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. “You’ve 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. “There’s 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 he’s the one who broughtthe illegals in.” “That’s 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 guy’s illegals habit?” “He didn’t 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. I’ll see ifIllegals has anything on this Zero, then we’ll 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 victim’s 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 who’d 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 who’dscooted 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, lady.” “Jesus, kid, I’m a cop.” “Cops know good stuff.” She waved off a uniform hot-footing it in their direction. “I’ve got acouple of dead guys to deal with here.” “They gone now.” “Did you see the leaper?” “Nah.” He shook his head in obvious disgust. “Missed it, but Iheard. Get a good crowd when somebody goes and jumps out the window,so I pulled up and came over. Doing good business. How ’boutthis red one here. Look fine with that bad-ass coat.” She had to appreciate his balls, but kept her face stern. “I wear a badasscoat because I am a bad-ass, and if these are cashmere, I’ll eat thewhole trunk of them.” “Label says cashmere; that’s what counts.” He smiled again, winningly. “You’d look fine in this red one. Make you a good deal.” She shook her head, but there was a checked one, black and green,that caught her eye. She knew someone who’d wear it. Probably. “Howmuch?” She picked up the checked scarf, found it softer than she’dhave guessed. “Seventy-five. Cheap as dirt.” She dropped it again, and gave him a look he’d understand. “I’ve gotplenty of dirt.” “Sixty-five.” “Fifty, flat.” She pulled out credits, made the exchange. “Now getbehind the line before I run you in for being short.” “Take the red one, too. Come on, lady. Half price. Good deal.”“No. And if I find out you’ve got your fingers in any pockets, I’llfind you. Beat it.” He only smiled again, flipped the latch, and folded up. “No sweat,no big. Merry Christmas and all that shit.” “Back at you.” She turned, spotted Peabody heading her way, andwith some haste stuffed the scarf in her pocket. “You bought something. You shopped!” “I didn’t shop. I purchased what is likely stolen merchandise, orgray-market goods. It’s potential evidence.” “My ass.” Peabody got her fingers on the tip of the scarf, rubbed. “It’s nice. How much? Maybe I wanted one. I haven’t finished Christmasshopping yet. Where’d he go?” “Peabody.” “Damn it. Okay, okay. Illegals has a sheet on Gant, Martin, aka Zero.I wrangled around with a Detective Piers, but our two dead guys outweighhis ongoing investigation. We’ll go bring him in for Interview.” As they started toward their vehicle, Peabody looked over hershoulder. “Did he have any red ones?” The club was open for business, as clubs in this sector tended to be,twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Zero’s was a slick stepup from a joint, with a circular revolving bar, privacy cubes, a lot of silverand black that would appeal to the young professional crowd. Atthe moment the music was tame and recorded, with wall screens filledwith a homely male face, fortunately half-hidden by a lot of lank purplehair. He sang morosely of the futility of life. Eve could have told him that for Tubbs Lawrence and Leo Jacobsthe alternative probably seemed a lot more futile. The bouncer was big as a maxibus, and his tunic jacket proved thatblack wasn’t necessarily slimming. He made them as cops the minutethey stepped in. Eve saw the flicker in his eyes, the important rollingback of his shoulders. The floor didn’t actually vibrate when he crossed the room, but shewouldn’t have called him light on his feet.He gave them both a hard look out of nut-brown eyes, and showedhis teeth. “You got a problem?” Peabody was a little late with the answer, habitually waiting for Eveto take the lead. “Depends. We’d like to talk to your boss.” “Zero’s busy.” “Gosh, then I guess we’ll have to wait.” Peabody took a long lookaround. “While we’re waiting we might as well take a look at your licenses.”Now she showed her teeth as well. “I like busywork. Maybewe’ll chat up some of your clientele. Community relations, and all that.”As she spoke, she pulled out her badge. “Meanwhile you can tell himDetective Peabody, and my partner, Lieutenant Dallas, are waiting.”Peabody strolled over to a table where a man in a business suit and awoman—who looked unlikely to be his wife due to the amount ofbreast spilling out of her pink spangled top—were huddled. “Good afternoon,sir!” She greeted him with an enthusiastic smile, and all theblood drained out of his face. “And what brings you into this fine establishmentthis afternoon?” He got quickly to his feet, mumbled about having an appointment.As he rabbited, the woman rose. As she was about six inches taller thanPeabody, she pushed those impressive breasts in Peabody’s face. “I’mdoing business here! I’m doing business here!” Still smiling, Peabody took out a memo book. “Name, please?” “What the fuck!” “Ms. What-the-Fuck, I’d like to see your license.” “Bull!” “No, really. Just a spotcheck.” “Bull.” She spun herself and those breasts toward the bouncer. “Thiscop ran off my john.” “I’m sorry, I’d like to see your companion license. If everything’s inorder, I’ll let you get back to work.” Bull—and it seemed the day for people to have names appropriateto their bodies—flanked Peabody, who now looked, Eve thought, likea slight yet sturdy filling between two bulky pieces of bread. Eve rolled to her toes, just in case. “You got no right coming in here rousting customers.” “I’m just using my time wisely while we wait to speak with Mr.Gant. Lieutenant, I don’t believe Mr. Bull appreciates police officers.” “I got better use for women.” Eve rolled onto her toes again, and her tone was cool as the Decemberbreeze. “Want to try to use me? Bull.” She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, the flash of coloron the narrow, spiral stairs that led to the second level. “Looks likeyour boss has time after all.” Another appearance-appropriate name, she decided. The man wasbarely five feet in height and couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds.He used the short guy’s compensation swagger and wore a bright bluesuit with a florid pink shirt. His hair was short, straight, reminding herof pictures of Julius Caesar. It was ink black, like his eyes. A silver eyetooth winked as he offered a smile. “Something I can do for you, Officers?” “Mr. Gant?” He spread his hands, nodded at Peabody. “Just call me Zero.” “I’m afraid we’ve had a complaint. We’re going to need you to comedowntown and answer some questions.” “What sort of complaint?” “It involves the sale of illegal substances.” Peabody glanced to one ofthe privacy cubes. “Such as the ones currently being ingested by someof your clientele.” “Privacy booths.” This time he raised his spread hands in a shrug.“Hard to keep your eye on everyone. But I’ll certainly have thosepeople removed. I run a class establishment.” “We’ll talk about that downtown.” “Am I under arrest?” Peabody lifted her eyebrows. “Do you want to be?” The good humor in Zero’s eyes hardened into something much lesspleasant. “Bull, contact Fienes, have him meet me . . .” “Cop Central,” Peabody supplied. “With Detective Peabody.” Zero got his coat, a long white number that probably was onehundred percent cashmere. As they stepped outside, Eve looked downat him. “You got an idiot on your door, Zero.” Zero lifted his shoulders. “He has his uses.”Eve took a winding route through Central, giving Zero a boredglance. “Holidays,” she said vaguely as they mobbed onto anotherpeople glide. “Everybody’s scrambling to clear their desks so they cansit around and do nothing. Lucky to book an interview room for anhour the way things are.” “Waste of time.” “Come on, Zero, you know how it goes. You get a complaint, you dothe dance.” “I know most of the Illegals cops.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Idon’t know you, but there’s something . . .” “People get transferred, don’t they?” Off the glide, she led the way to one of the smaller interview rooms.“Have a seat,” she invited, gesturing to one of the two chairs at a littletable. “You want something? Coffee, whatever?” “Just my lawyer.” “I’ll go check on that. Detective? Can I have a minute?” She stepped out, closed the door behind Peabody. “I was about tocheck my pockets for bread crumbs,” Peabody commented. “Why didwe circle around?” “No point letting him know we’re Homicide unless he asks. Far ashe knows, this is a straight Illegals inquiry. He knows the ropes, knowshow to grease them. He’s not worried about us taking a little pokethere. Figures if we’ve got a solid complaint, he’ll fob it off, pay a fine,go back to business as usual.” “Cocky little son of a bitch,” Peabody muttered. “Yeah, so use it. Fumble around some. We’re not going to get himon murder. But we establish his connection to Tubbs, let him think oneof his customers is trying to screw with him. Work him so we’re justtrying to put this into the file. Tubbs hurt somebody, and now he’s tryingto foist it off on Zero. Trying to make a deal so he gets off on thepossession.” “I got it, piss him off. We don’t give a damn either way.” Peabodyrubbed her palms on her thighs. “I’ll go Miranda him, see if I can establisha rapport.” “I’ll see about his lawyer. You know, I bet he goes to Illegals insteadof Homicide.” Eve smiled, strolled off. Outside the interview room, Peabody steadied herself, then inspired,slapped and pinched her cheeks pink. When she walked in, hereyes were down and her color was up. “I . . . I’m going to turn on the record, Mr. Gant, and read you yourrights. My . . . The lieutenant is going to check to see if your attorney’sarrived.” His smile was smug as she cleared her throat, engaged the record,and recited the Revised Miranda. “Um, do you understand your rightsand obligations, Mr. Gant?” “Sure. She give you some grief?” “Not my fault she wants to go home early today, and this gotdumped on us. Anyway, we have information that indicates illegal substanceshave been bought and sold on the premises owned by . . . Shoot,I’m supposed to wait for the lawyer. Sorry.” “No sweat.” He tipped back now, obviously a man in charge, andgave her a go-ahead wave. “Why don’t you just run it through for me,save us all time.” “Well, okay. An individual has filed a complaint, stating that illegalswere purchased from you, by him.” “What? He complain I overcharge? If I did sell illegals, which Idon’t, why does he go to the cops? Better Business Bureau, maybe.” Peabody returned his grin, though she made hers a little forced. “The situation is, this individual injured another individual while underthe influence of the illegals allegedly purchased through you.” Zero rolled his eyes to the ceiling, a gesture of impatient disgust. “Sohe gets himself juiced, then he wants to push the fact he was an assholeonto the guy who sold him the juice. What a world.” “That’s nutshelling it, I guess.” “Not saying I had any juice to sell, but a guy can’t go whining aboutthe vendor, get me?” “Mr. Lawrence claims—”“How’m I supposed to know some guy named Lawrence? Youknow how many people I see every day?” “Well, they call him Tubbs, but—”“Tubbs? Tubbs went narc on me? That fat son of a bitch?” Eve wound her way back, figuring she’d confused things enough thatthe lawyer would be hunting for them for a good twenty minutes.Rather than go into Interview, she slipped into Observation. The firstthing she heard was Zero’s curse as he came halfway out of his chair.It made her smile. Peabody looked both alarmed and embarrassed, Eve noted. Goodtouch—the right touch. “Please, Mr. Gant—”“I want to talk to that bastard. I want him to look me in the face.” “We really can’t arrange that right now. But—”“That tub of shit in trouble?” “Well, you could say that. Yes, you could say . . . um.” “Good. And you can tell him for me, he’d better not come back to myplace.” Zero stabbed a finger on her, setting his trio of rings glittering angrily. “I don’t want to see him or those asshole suits he runs with in myplace again. He’ll get another kick for buying and possession, right?” “Actually, he didn’t have any illegals on his person at the time of theincident. We’re doing a tox screen, so we can get him for use.” “He tries to fuck with me, I’ll fuck with him.” Secure in his world,Zero sat back, folded his arms. “Say I happened to pass some juice—personal use, not for resale. We’re talking the usual fine, communityservice.” “That’s the norm, yes, sir.” “Why don’t you bring Piers in here. I’ve worked with Piers before.” “Oh, I think Detective Piers is off duty.” “You bring him in on this. He’ll take care of the details.” “Absolutely.” “Dumbass comes into my place. He solicits illegals from me. Fatslob’s always nickel-and-diming me, you get it? Mostly Push—and notworth my time. But I’m going to do him a favor since he and his buddiesare regulars. Just a favor for a customer. He wants a party pack, soI go out of my way to do him this favor—at cost! No profit. That keepsthe fine down,” he reminded her. “Yes, sir.” “Even gave him a separate stash, customized just for him.” “Customized?” “Holiday gift. Didn’t charge him for it. No exchange of funds. Iought to be able to sue him. I ought to be able to sue that rat bastard formy time and emotional distress. I’m going to ask my lawyer about that.” “You can ask your lawyer, Mr. Gant, but it’s going to be tough to sueMr. Lawrence, seeing as he’s dead.” “What do you mean, dead?” “Apparently the customized juice didn’t agree with him.” The harriedand uncertain Peabody was gone, and in her place was a stonecoldcop. “He’s dead, and he took an innocent bystander with him.” “What the hell is this?” “This is me—oh, and I’m Homicide, by the way, not Illegals—arresting you. Martin Gant, you’re under arrest for the murder of MaxLawrence and Leo Jacobs. For trafficking in illegal substances, forowning and operating an entertainment venue that distributes illegalsubstances.” She turned as Eve opened the door. “All done here?” Eve saidbrightly. “I have these two nice officers ready to escort our guest downto booking. Oh, your lawyer appears to be wandering around the facility. We’ll make sure he finds you.” “I’ll have your badges.” Eve took one of his arms, and Peabody the other, as they hauled himto his feet. “Not in this lifetime,” Eve said, and passed him to the uniforms,watched him walk out the door. “Nice job, Detective.” “I think I got lucky. Really lucky. And I think he’s greasing palms inIllegals.” “Yeah, going to have to have a chat with Piers. Let’s go write it up.” “He won’t go down for murder. You said.” “No.” As they walked, Eve shook her head. “Maybe Man Two.Maybe. But he’ll do time. He’ll do some time, and they’ll pull his operatinglicense. Fines and legal fees will cost him big. He’ll pay. Best we get.” “Best they get,” Peabody corrected. “Tubbs and Jacobs.” They swung into the bull pen as Officer Troy Trueheart steppedout. He was tall, and he was built, and he was as fresh as a peach withthe fuzz still on it. “Oh, Lieutenant, there’s a woman here to see you.” “About what?” “She said it was personal.” He glanced around, frowned. “I don’t seeher. I don’t think she left. I just got her some coffee a few minutes ago.” “Name?” “Lombard. Mrs. Lombard.” “Well, if you round her up, let me know.” “Dallas? I’ll write up the report. I’d like to,” Peabody added. “Feelslike taking it all the way through.” “I’ll remind you of that when this goes to court.” Eve walked through the bull pen and to her office. It was a stingy room with barely any space for the desk, a spare chair,and the skinny pane of glass masquerading as a window. She didn’thave any problem spotting the woman. She sat in the spare chair, sipping coffee from a recyclable cup. Herhair was reddish blond, worn in a cap that had apparently explodedinto curls. Her skin was very white, except for the pink on her cheeks,the pink on her lips. Her eyes were grass green. Middle fifties, Eve judged, filing it all away in a fingersnap. A bigbonedbody in a green dress with black collar and cuffs. Black heels,and the requisite enormous black purse sitting neatly on the floor byher feet. She squeaked when Eve came in, nearly spilled the coffee, thenhastily set it aside. “There you are!” She leaped up, the pink in her face deepening, her eyes going bright.There was a twang to her voice, and something in it set Eve’s nerveson edge. “Mrs. Lombard? You’re not allowed to wander around the offices.” “I just wanted to see where you worked. Why, honey, just look atyou.” She rushed forward, and would have had Eve in an embrace ifEve’s reflexes weren’t so quick. “Hold it. Who are you? What do you want?” Those green eyes widened, went swimming. “Why, honey, don’tyou know me? I’m your mama!”

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  • Posted July 4, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Treacherous trek down memory lane

    Eve Dallas walks into her office and immediately is confronted with her past. There sits Trudy Lombard, one of her foster parents during her time in Dallas, a woman who'd best be described as "Mommie Dearest." Unprepared, Eve handles the situation poorly and has a physical reaction that levels her. When Roarke discovers what has happened, he smartly realizes it won't be long before Trudy will visit him for a shakedown. This book is worth the read if solely to read that scene!

    That's all I'll share about the story so you'll have the pleasure of following what happens next. This book is a treacherous path down Eve's memory lane and we gain lots of insight into her past in addition to an intriguing murder mystery she and Peabody are tasked to solve. It's interesting and the culprit isn't easy to identify but it's possible.

    This ranks as one of my favorites in the series both for the mystery/suspense and the peeling back of Eve's many layers.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Great Book

    All In Death series good reads. Great twists and turns.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2008

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    Jennifer Wardrip - Personal Read

    I absolutely love the "...IN DEATH" series, and MEMORY IN DEATH was no exception. It's nearly Christmas 2059 in New York, and Eve and Roarke are planning another large holiday party. As Eve deals with her job with the police department, she suddenly gets a blast from her past. <BR/><BR/>Trudy Lombard, who served as Eve's foster mother for six months right after she was found bloody and alone in Dallas, Texas, has come to her office--supposedly to catch up on old times. When Eve panics and throws her out, Trudy makes her true motives known when she visits Roarke at his office, and demands two million dollars to keep quiet about Eve's troubled past. Roarke refuses, threatens Trudy into leaving them alone, and advises her that her best course of action would be to return, quietly, to Texas. <BR/><BR/>That, of course, isn't the end of Trudy Lombard. When Eve decides to face Trudy one last time, to insist that she'll get no monetary gain from either her or her husband, they find Trudy dead in her hotel room--and her distraught son, Bobby, and his wife, Zana, are both horrified and heartbroken. <BR/><BR/>Eve sets out to find out who killed her former foster mother, while battling with the horrendous memories that surface from Trudy's sudden reappearance into her life. As she struggles to balance her home life with Roarke with the death of a woman who only added to her pain and misery all those years ago, Eve is once again faced with her past, and forced to overcome it. <BR/><BR/>MEMORY IN DEATH is another winner in J.D. Robb's series. You don't want to miss the heartbreak, persistence, and tenacity of this latest thriller!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

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    Eve Dallas is a tough cop. Everyone knows it, everyone says it.

    Eve Dallas is a tough cop.

    Everyone knows it, everyone says it.

    Nothing can shake Dallas.

    Except maybe someone from the past. Like that someone who can shake even Dallas AND Roarke. 

    A blast from the past puts Dallas in one hell of a handbasket and she doesn't even know how to
    get through it. To make matters worse now there is a death, and a death that wouldn't shake
    Dallas, but makes her think of her job and her life. Why is she doing this? And for who?

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 25, 2012

    Excellent!!!

    I love this series!!!! This is another great book about Eve Dallas.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2014

    A really satisfying episode

    The background fill-in on Eve fills a gap for the reader and continues the series with another very intriguing mystery and solution. The plot line and character development are complex and realistic. The futuristic setting is well thought out and the technical background is carefully done.
    A very good read..... this was my second pass through the complete set.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2014

    Talia

    Falls asleep

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2014

    Austin

    "Yay!"

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 21, 2014

    This story was a little boring for me but I finished extremely f

    This story was a little boring for me but I finished extremely fast. The bad guy for me was obvious and Eve had a gut feeling about it since the beginning, but I loved the christmas setting and to see her better in exchanging gifts. Roarke as always went overboard, but Eve learned to pick the right things for the people she considers family, even the cat got a present!




    The mystery was closer to Eve because some woman decided to show up and blackmail Roarke, the problem was the woman died during her stay and of course Eve had to investigate to put peace in her mind mostly. I loved Roarke taking her side and even some scenes with Bobby, the victims son, because they have a past together. The woman was a foster parent of Eve after she was found in Texas, but she was not a great mom and Eve suffered a lot. I liked the ending and thought it was actually fitting, but could do better with those suspects.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Awesome!

    I started reading this series after I found out they are by Nora Roberts, and they did not disappoint! Every book in the series is great and no less than you would exect from this author!

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  • Posted February 6, 2013

    Highly recommended - a good read.

    An excellent read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Love this series

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  • Posted April 17, 2010

    great read

    all her books keep you interested

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  • Posted March 13, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Memory in Death is perfection!

    As with every J.D. Robb book, this book gives you everything you desire in romantic suspense, plenty of rip roaring mystery and action all wrapped up in the sensual embrace of he ongoing love affair between Eve and Roarke. MMMMMM, what more could you ask for?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2008

    A reviewer

    The hardcover book jacket and a few pages in the middle grabbed me, so I took the book home... and a fan was born. Having now read a couple other 'In Death' titles 'totally out of sequence, mind you' I'm still a fan. Lately back into reading fiction, after about a 20-year hiatus during which I took up parenting and counted cross-stitch to pass the time, Robb's series is like tasting really good bourbon for the first time. Edgy and smooth, real and unreal. There's heat even when it's poured over ice. She's just a pleasure to read. Seriously thinking about starting at the beginning with 'Naked in Death' and reading them all, in order... and why not? 20 titles with these magnetic characters, the melding of futuristic language, equipment, possibility, and old-fashioned humanness, and only as much waiting in between as I want to take. How fun is THAT? Also on my recent reading list include works by Brad Meltzer, Joseph Finder, Janet Evanovich, J.R. Moehringer, Kate Atkinson, Barbara Kingsolver, Tom Wolfe, Daniel Silva, Bill Bryson, Jane Austen, Victor Hugo, Gene Wilder, Edward Klein, Peter Robinson, Anita Shreve, Thomas Payne, Hester Browne, David Maine, Bonnie Ramthun... and I'm having a blast.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2008

    Not one of the best in the series

    Nora Roberts is my favorite author. Her last two books however have not had the punch and the detail to characters that her others have. Being such a prolific writer, there must be off times. I hope the next 'In Death' book is up to her usual standards.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

    Another Winner

    I absolutely love the '...IN DEATH' series, and MEMORY IN DEATH was no exception. It's nearly Christmas 2059 in New York, and Eve and Roarke are planning another large holiday party. As Eve deals with her job with the police department, she suddenly gets a blast from her past. Trudy Lombard, who served as Eve's foster mother for six months right after she was found bloody and alone in Dallas, Texas, has come to her office--supposedly to catch up on old times. When Eve panics and throws her out, Trudy makes her true motives known when she visits Roarke at his office, and demands two million dollars to keep quiet about Eve's troubled past. Roarke refuses, threatens Trudy into leaving them alone, and advises her that her best course of action would be to return, quietly, to Texas. That, of course, isn't the end of Trudy Lombard. When Eve decides to face Trudy one last time, to insist that she'll get no monetary gain from either her or her husband, they find Trudy dead in her hotel room--and her distraught son, Bobby, and his wife, Zana, are both horrified and heartbroken. Eve sets out to find out who killed her former foster mother, while battling with the horrendous memories that surface from Trudy's sudden reappearance into her life. As she struggles to balance her home life with Roarke with the death of a woman who only added to her pain and misery all those years ago, Eve is once again faced with her past, and forced to overcome it. MEMORY IN DEATH is another winner in J.D. Robb's series. You don't want to miss the heartbreak, persistence, and tenacity of this latest thriller!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2007

    A reviewer

    Will keep on the edge and keep you guessing and shocked as the case is closed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2006

    Going downhill

    The 'in death' series that started off so well appears to be on the fast track downhill. Dallas who appeared to be growing as a person is regressing and dragging the other characters down with her both in the bawdy language and in actions. The stories are getting bogged down in the private lives of Eve and her friends and have less to do with a detective solving crimes.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2006

    Should've been better

    This was my first time reading any book written by Nora Roberts and to be honest, it wasn't all that great. Although there were some interesting materials, i felt it could have been better. At any rate, i'm gonna stick to my favorite author for all the thriller series...James Patterson

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