Purity in Death (In Death Series #15)

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts, writing as J.D. Robb, comes a shocking new novel in the futuristic series... A frightening new computer virus is spreading and it knows no boundaries...

Louie Cogburn had spent three days holed up in his apartment, staring at his computer screen. His pounding headache was unbearable-like spikes drilling into his brain. ...
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts, writing as J.D. Robb, comes a shocking new novel in the futuristic series... A frightening new computer virus is spreading and it knows no boundaries...

Louie Cogburn had spent three days holed up in his apartment, staring at his computer screen. His pounding headache was unbearable-like spikes drilling into his brain. And it was getting worse. Finally, when someone knocked at his door, Louie picked up a baseball bat, opened the door, and started swinging...

The first cop on the scene fired his stunner twice and Louie died instantly. Detective Eve Dallas has taken over the investigation, but there's nothing to explain the man's sudden rage or death. The only clue is a bizarre message left on his computer screen: Absolute Purity Achieved.

And when a second man dies under nearly identical circumstances, Dallas starts racking her brain for answers and for courage to face the impossible...that this might be a computer virus able to spread from machine to man...
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Nora Roberts (writing as J. D. Robb) delivers the 15th installment in her continuing In Death series, featuring no-nonsense homicide detective Eve Dallas. As with each of these novels, Purity in Death offers a story line that is fresh and compelling but never loses touch with the core components that have made the series such a success: love, loyalty, and justice.

Purity in Death finds our heroine on an assignment that leaves her even more tormented by the past. When a deadly computer virus is unleashed on society's undesirables (namely, child abusers), it's up to Eve -- along with her astonishingly handsome husband, Roarke; her feisty aide, Peabody; e-geek McNab; and her mentor, Captain Feeny -- to discover the origins of the virus and shut down the clandestine vigilante group that created it before the next target is marked for execution.

Eve's task is complicated further as she grapples with her demons (as a child-abuse victim, it was a matter of survival that led Eve to kill her father) and squares off with Roarke, who does not regard the group's intentions as inherently bad. Once again, she must muddle through those gray areas of right and wrong as she seeks to "stand for the dead," and answer the question of whether the group is justified in its actions, or whether they simply represent a new breed of terrorist.

A quick, thrilling, and captivating read, this novel will leave fans pining with anticipation for No. 16. Tanya Chesterfield

Publishers Weekly
"A sick computer can and does infect other computers, but not its operator," claims Roarke, dreamboat husband of New York's hotshot futuristic cop, Lieutenant Eve Dallas, in the 15th installment in Robb's `Death' series (after Reunion in Death). Roarke's theory is put to the test when pedophiles and drug dealers begin dying from a computer-generated virus that literally blows the mind of its victims. It doesn't take long for Eve to figure out that a vigilante terrorist organization with superior tech knowledge is meting out its own form of justice the group even leaves the message "absolute purity achieved" on victims' computer screens. Pinpointing the group is more of a challenge. Suspects could be anyone from members of the justice system to formerly abused children, the latter of which strikes a personal and painful nerve in Eve, who was abused as a child. Readers familiar with Eve's history and the sea of characters brought over from her previous books will be more comfortable than first- timers attempting to wade through this sluggish installment. Despite Robb's smooth-as-glass prose, her latest isn't likely to win new converts to the series. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781469264981
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 12/1/2012
  • Series: In Death Series , #15
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Sales rank: 655,570
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 1.10 (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.

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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Purity in Death
By J. D. Robb Brilliance Audio

Copyright © 2004 J. D. Robb
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781593351229


Prologue

The heat was murder. July flexed her sweaty muscles, eyed the goal, and drop-kicked New York into the sweltering steambath of summer. Some managed to escape, fleeing to their shore homes where they could sip cold drinks and bask in ocean breezes while they did their business via telelink. Some loaded up on supplies and hunkered down inside their air-cooled homes like tribes under siege.

But most just had to live through it.

With humatures into the triple digits, and no end in sight, moods turned surly, deodorants failed, and petty annoyances elbowed even the mildest of souls toward violence.

Emergency medical centers were jammed with the wounded soldiers of summer, 2059. Many who, under normal conditions, wouldn't so much as jaywalk saw the inside of police stations and holding tanks, forced to call lawyers to explain why they had attempted to throttle a co-worker, or shove a complete stranger under the wheels of a Rapid Cab.

Usually, once cooled off, they didn't know why but sat or stood, blank-faced and baffled, like someone coming out of a trance.

But Louie K. Cogburn knew just what he was doing, why he did it, and how he intended to keep right on doing it. He was a small-time illegals dealer who primarily hawked Zoner and Jazz. To increase his profit margin, Louie cut the Zoner with dried grassscored from city parks, and the jazz with baking powder he bought in warehouse-sized bins. His target clientele were middle-class kids between the ages of ten and twelve in the three school districts closest to his Lower East Side apartment.

This cut down on travel time and expense.

He preferred straight middle-class as the poor generally had their own suppliers within the family ranks, and the rich copped to the grass and baking powder too quickly. The target age group fit Louie's brand of logic. He liked to say if you hooked 'em young, you had a client for life.

So far this credo hadn't proved out for him as Louie had yet to maintain a business relationship with a client through high school graduation.

Still, Louie took his business seriously. Every evening when his potential clients were doing their homework, he did his. He was proud of his bookkeeping, and would certainly have earned more per annum as a number cruncher for any mid-level firm then he did dealing. But he was a man who felt real men worked for themselves.

Just lately if there's been a wash of dissatisfaction, a touch of irritability, a jagged edge of despair after he spent an hour running his business programs on his third-hand desktop, he put it off to the heat.

And the headache. The vicious bastard of a headache no does of his own products could ease.

He lost three days of work because the pain had become the focus of his world. He holed up in his studio flop, stewing in the heat, blasting his music to cover up the raging storm in his head.

Somebody was going to pay for it, that's all he knew. Somebody.

Goddamn lazy-assed super hadn't fixed the climate control. He thought this, with growing anger while his beady, reddened eyes scanned numbers. He sat in his underwear, by the single open window of his one-room apartment. No breeze came through it, but the street noise was horrendous. Shouts, horns, squealing tires on pavement.

He turned up the trash rock he played out of his ancient entertainment unit to drown out the noise. To beat at the pain.

Blood trickled out of his nose, but he didn't notice.

Louie K. rubbed a luke-warm bottle of home-brew over his forehead. He wished he had a blaster. If he had a goddamn blaster he'd lean out the goddamn window and take out a goddamn city block.

His most violent act to date had been to kick a delinquent client off his airboard, but the image of death and destruction fueled him now as he sweated ver his books and madness bloomed in his brain like black roses.

His face was pale as wax, rivulets of sweat pouring down from his matter brown hair, streaming down his narrow cheeks. His ears rang and what felt like an ocean of grease swayed in his belly. Heat was making him sick, he thought. He got sick, he lost money. Ought to take it out of the super's hide. Ought to.

His hands trembled as he stared at the screen. Stared at the screen. Couldn't take his eyes from the screen.

He had an image of himself going to the window, climbing out on the ledge, beating his fists at that hot wall of air, at the noise, at the people below. A blaster in his hands, doling out death and destruction as he screamed a t them. Screamed and screamed as he leaped.

He'd land on his feet, and then-

The pounding on his door had him spinning around. With his teeth bared he climbed back in the window.

"Louie K., you asshole! Turn that fucking music down in there!"

"Go to hell," he muttered as he hefted the ball bat he often took to recreation areas to insinuate himself with potential clients. "Go to hell, go to hell. Let's all go to hell."

"You hear me? Goddamn it!"

"Yeah, I hear you." There were spikes, big iron spikes drilling into his brain. He had to get them out. On a thin scream, he dropped the bat to tear at his own hair. But the pounding wouldn't stop.

"Suze is calling the cops. You hear me, Louie? You don't turn that shit down Suze is calling the cops." Each word was punctuated with a fist against the door.

With the music, the pounding, the shouts, the spikes all hammering in his head, the sweat drowning him, Louie picked up the bat again.

He opened the door, and started swinging.

Chapter One

Lieutenant Eve Dallas loitered at her desk. She was stalling, and she wasn't proud of it. The idea of changing into a fancy dress, driving uptown to meet her husband and a group of strangers for a business dinner thinly disguised as a social gathering had all the appeal of climbing in the nearest recycler and turning on Shred.

Right now Cop Central was very appealing.

She'd caught and closed a case that afternoon, so there was paperwork. It wasn't all stalling. But as the bevy of witnesses had all agreed that the guy who'd taken a header off a six-story people glide had been the one who'd started the pushy-shovey match with the two tourists from Toledo, it wasn't much of a time sucker.

For the past several days, every case she'd caught had been a variation on the same theme. Domestics where spouses had battled to the death, street brawls turned lethal, even a deadly combat at a corner glide-cart over ice cones.

Heat made people stupid and mean, she thought, and the combination spilled blood.

She was feeling a little mean herself at the idea of dressing up and spending several hours in some snooty restaurant making small talk with people she didn't know.

That's what you got, she thought in disgust, when you marry a guy who had enough money to buy a couple of continents.

Roarke actually liked evenings like this. The fact that he did never failed to baffle her. He was every bit at home in a five-star restaurant-one he likely owned anyway-nibbling on caviar as he was sitting at home chowing down on a burger.

And she supposed as their marriage was approaching its second year, she'd better stop crabbing about it. Resigned, she pushed back from the desk.

"You're still here." Her aide, Peabody, stopped in the doorway of her office. "I thought you had some fancy dinner deal uptown."

"I got time." A glance at her wrist unit brought on a little tug of guilt. Okay, she was going to be late. But not very. "I just finished up on the glide diver."

Peabody, whose summer blues defied all natural order and managed to stay crisp in the wilting heat, kept her dark eyes sober. "You wouldn't be stalling, would you, Lieutenant?"

"One of the residents of our city, who I am sworn to serve and protect, ended up squished like a bug on Fifth Avenue. I think he deserves an extra thirty minutes of my time."

"It must be really rough, forced to put on a beautiful dress, stick some diamonds or whatever all over you and choke down champagne and lobster croquettes beside the most beautiful man ever born, on or off planet. I don't know how you get through the day with that weight on your shoulders, Dallas."

"Shut up."

"And here I am, free to squeeze into the local pizza place with McNab where we will split the pie and the check." Peabody shook her head slowly. The dark bowl of hair under her cap swayed in concert. "I can't tell you how guilty I feel knowing that."

"You looking for trouble, Peabody?"

"No, sir." Peabody did her best to look pious. "Just offering my support and sympathy at this difficult time."

"Kiss ass." Torn between annoyance and amusement, Eve started to shove by. Her desk 'link beeped.

"Shall I get that for you, sir, and tell them you've gone for the day?"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Eve turned back to the desk, took the transmission. "Homicide. Dallas."

"Sir. Lieutenant."

She recognized Officer Troy Trueheart's face as it popped on-screen, though she'd never seen its young, All-American features so strained. "Trueheart."

"Lieutenant," he repeated after an audible swallow. "I have an incident. In response to-oh gosh, I killed him."

"Officer." She pulled his location on-screen as she spoke. "Are you on duty?"

"No, sir. Yes, sir. I don't know, exactly."

"Pull yourself together, Trueheart." She slapped out the order, watched his head jerk as if he'd felt it physically.

"Report."

"Sir. I had just clocked off shift and was on my way home on foot when a female civilian shouted for assistance from a window. I responded. On the fourth floor of the building in question an individual armed with a bat was assaulting the female. Another individual, male, was unconscious or dead in the hallway, bleeding from the head. I entered the apartment where the assault was taking place, and-Lieutenant, I tried to stop him. He was killing her. He turned on me, ignored all warnings and orders to desist. I managed to draw my weapon, to stun. I swear I intended to stun, but he's dead."

"Trueheart, look at me. Listen to me. Secure the building, call in the incident through Dispatch and inform them that you've reported to me and I'm on my way. I'll call for medical assistance. You hold the scene, Trueheart. Hold it by the book. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I should've called Dispatch first. I should've-"

"You stand, Trueheart. I'm on the way. Peabody," Eve commanded as she strode out the door.

"Yes, sir. I'm with you."

There were two black-and-whites, nose-to-nose, and a medi-van humped between them at the curb when Eve pulled up. The neighborhood was the type where people scattered rather than gathered when cops showed up, and as a result there was no more than a smattering of gawkers on the sidewalk who had to be told to stay back.

The two uniforms who flanked the entrance eyed her, then exchanged a look. She was brass, and the one who could well put one of their own rank's balls in the blender.

She could feel the chill as she approached.

"Cop shouldn't get hassled by cops for doing the job," one of them muttered.

Eve paused in mid-stride and stared him down.

He saw rank in the form of a long, leanly built woman with eyes of gilded brown that were as flat and expressionless as a snake's as they met his. Her hair, short and choppy, was nearly the same color and framed a narrow face offset by a wide mouth that was now firmed into one thin line. There was a shallow dent in a chin that looked like it could hold its own against a fist.

Under her stare he felt himself shrink.

"Cop shouldn't slap at a cop for doing hers," she said coldly. "You got a problem with me, Officer, wait until I do that job. Then mouth off."

She moved into the shoe box lobby, punched a finger on the Up button of the single elevator. She was already steaming, but it had little to do with the oppressive heat. "What is it with some uniforms that they want to bite your throat when you're rank?"

"It's just nerves, Dallas," Peabody replied as they stepped onto the elevator. "Most of the uniforms out of Central know Trueheart, and you gotta like him. A uniform terminates on his own like this, Testing's going to be brutal."

"Testing's brutal anyway. The best we can do for him is to keep this clean and ordered. He's already screwed up by tagging me before he called it in."

"Is he going to take heat for that? You're the one who pulled him out of the sidewalk scooper detail and into Central last winter. Internal ought to understand-"

"IAB isn't big on understanding. So let's hope it doesn't go there." She stepped off the elevator. Studied the scene.

He'd been smart enough, cop enough, she noted with some relief, not to disturb the bodies. Two men lay sprawled in the corridor, one of them facedown in a pool of congealing blood.

The other was face up, staring with some surprise at the ceiling. Through an open doorway beside the bodies she could hear the sounds of weeping and groaning.

The door across was also open. She noted several fresh holes and dents in the hallway walls, splinters of wallboard, splatters of blood. And what had once been a baseball bat was now a broken club, covered with blood and brain matter.

Straight as a soldier, pale as a ghost, Trueheart stood at the doorway. His eyes still held the glassy edge of shock.

"Lieutenant."

"Hold it together, Trueheart. Record on, Peabody." Eve crouched down to examine the two bodies. The bloodied one was big and beefy, the kind of mixed fat and muscle build that could usually plow through walls if annoyed enough. The back of his skull looked like an egg that had been cracked with a brick.

The second body wore only a pair of grayed Jockey shorts. His thin, bony frame showed no wounds, no bruising, no damage. Thin trickles of blood had seeped out of his ears, his nostrils.

"Officer Trueheart, do we have identification on these individuals?"

"Sir. The, um, initial victim has been identified as Ralph Wooster, who resided in apartment 42E. The man I-" He broke off as Eve's head whipped up, as her eyes drilled into his.

"And the second individual?"

Trueheart wet his lips. "The second individual is identified as Louis K. Cogburn of apartment 43F."

"And who is currently wailing inside apartment 42E?"

"Suzanne Cohen, cohabitation partner of Ralph Wooster. She called for aid out the window of said apartment. Louis Cogburn was assaulting her with what appeared to be a club or bat when I arrived on-scene. At that time-"

He broke off again when Eve held up a finger. "Preliminary examination of victims indicates a mixed-race male-mid-thirties, approximately two hundred and thirty pounds, approximately six foot one-has suffered severe trauma to head, face, and body. A bat, apparently wooden, and marked with blood and brain matter would appear to be the assault weapon.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2002

    I STRONGLY DISAGREE WITH THE CRITIC'S!!!!!

    I completely disagree with the critic that wrote that this book in her JD Robb series is sluggish. It's one of the best of the series in my opionion. I loved it. It is fast paced and fun. She throws in just enough humor to off-set the grimness of the murders. I don't know if it's the best of the 15, but it's definatly in the top 3. If you like any of the Eve Dallas books, you will certainly like this one. I love these books so much that I keep them and re-read them when I run out of good books to read. The only problem I have with these books is they keep disappearing as people want to borrow and read them all the time..:) It's another Nora Roberts winner. It is worth buying...:)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2002

    This book is a must read

    I don't understand how Nora Roberts just keeps getting better and better. This is the 15th book in this series and I have/love them all. I've been saying that everytime I get a new book I will read it slowly. I will savor it. This time I read the whole book in less than 24 hours, one big gulp! I don't care. It was worth it. I can read it again and again and still have so much to savor. I really hope the publisher lets her come out with more than two a year. I get edgy towards the end of the six months waiting for the next book to come out. What will Mavis and Leonardo's baby be like? When will Eve and Roarke start on their own bundle of joy? When will Ian and Delia get married? Oh, just get all 15 books, start with number one and by the time you've read all the way through to this one, you will be as hooked as any Eve and Roarke fan. I loved it!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2012

    I love this series

    I love this series. They never fail to capture me and I can't put them down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 24, 2009

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    Another good read

    The book's plot was so very different but very engrossing. Always enjoy reading about Roark and Eve and this was no different. Very enjoyable read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2002

    It's Pretty Good

    The book's pretty cool but somehow lacks some pizzaz, unlike some of her earlier ones. The marriage between Dallas and Roarke is explored further. The one I'm interested in is the adding of Jamie Lingstrom into the picture. Hopefully some new developments there. I like how she brings old characters into the new books. Jamie as J.D Robb fans know, was introduced in Ceremony in Death. For old-time fans, the book's great! But if you wanna introduce a friend to the book, maybe Naked in death is the best way to go. Or Seduction in Death. One of my faves. =)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2002

    Scary and True!!!!!!!!!

    If you have ever read any other of her In Death series you will already know this is an excellent book. The story was captivating because computer viruses can happen in today's world. All in all the characters of Eve, Roarke and Peobody were realy great! I was sad to see it end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2002

    The Best One Yet

    I absolutely loved this book. I have read the entire series, and I have to say that this is my absolute favorite yet. And they just keep getting better and better!! Can't wait for the next one. A definite read!! Keep up the good work Nora!!!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fantastic futuristic romantic thriller

    The summer of 2059 in New York is brutal and tempers are flaring over trifling things. The New York Police and Security Department are kept busy leading to Lieutenant Eve Dallas reaching the end of her rope. When Louis Cogburn, a low level drug dealer who sells to children, suddenly goes berserk killing someone and injuring another person before he dies Eve catches the case. <P>At the scene of the blood bath she notices that on Louis¿s computer is the message ¿ABSOLUTE PURITY ACHIEVED¿. She orders the computer brought to headquarters where an officer specializing in computers examines it. Eight hours later the officer goes berserk, killing a peer and injuring another before he¿s killed. Eve immediately realizes that a virus on the computer is being passed on to humans, causing them to die. The Purity Seekers, an organization dedicated to destroying those who hurt the innocents takes credit for Louis¿s death. When a pediophile is found dead with the same message on it as Louis received, Eve realizes she has to smoke out the terrorists fast before they mete out their own brand of vigilante justice. <P>This is the fifteenth in the Death series and it is as fresh and innovative as the first book in this ongoing saga. The characters are growing and evolving with readers liking even the secondary cast almost as much as they adore the hero and heroine. In PURITY IN DEATH, the heroine¿s husband provides technical advice to Eve, but this time she figures out who the terrorists are and brings them to justice. J.D. Robb has written another fantastic futuristic romantic thriller. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2002

    The Computer comes of age.

    This is an entertainment piece the likes of which I have not seen since '1984'. The book speeds up after a child molester is killed leaving the message on him, revealing the theme of the book which clues the reader very well and draws you in. By no means is this a dark or morbid piece, very gripping read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2002

    Read the Books In Order

    I am disappointed...disappointed that I have to wait another six months for another awesome J.D.Robb book. I loved this book, and it definitely tugged at my heart, as all of these books do. I love how Robb introduces her characters. Hint for people who aren't familar with this series: start with the first one and continue.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    Always entertaining!

    Always enjoy this author for easy but thoughtful reads.

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    Posted March 12, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2013

    Great

    This one was great. Love how all the favorites are pulled together as a team...tear jerker moments when three belovef officers go down in the line of duty

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

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    Picture this: Your sitting in front of your computer. Your doin

    Picture this:

    Your sitting in front of your computer. Your doing everything you need to get done when you start
    getting a headache. It's not much, so you take some Advil. Then it starts getting worst.
     The pounding, the level of hate rising, when finally you just burst!! You can't handle it anymore,
    someone has to pay for what is going on inside your own head! So you go at it, swinging trying to
    make the pounding stop. And by accident you kill an innocent bystander. 

    Dallas must try and find the answers of why this person had a massive headache before he died,
    and what does Absolute Purity Achieved means before an innocent cop gets benched and her
     curious husband gets himself Purified.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    Mara

    Smiles.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013

    Fake science

    Purity in Death starts with a drug dealer's sudden psychotic break during a sizzling heat wave in New York. Eve's investigation soon reveals that Louie Cogburn was working on his computer shortly before he lost his mind; the autopsy reveals a grossly swollen brain that the ME cannot explain. More sudden bouts of homicidal mania occur, all linked to computer use. It does not take long for everyone involved, including the head of the very advanced Electronics Detection Division, to conclude that the victims have been infected by a computer virus. Let me say that again: human beings have been infected by a computer virus. Which is composed of electrons. The trouble is that Robb fails to look past the metaphorical use of the word "virus" to the presence of the qualifying "computer"; short of bashing someone over the head with a computer, it is impossible to kill someone with one. Nor does the sort of hand-waving Robb engages in here help to convince. Having set up this outrageous premise, she fails to supply any plausible underpinning for a murderous computer virus at all. While the vigilante villains are interesting and the police procedural is fine, Robb's reliance on fake science in a science fiction novel seriously undercuts her heroine's credibility.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2013

    Awesome

    Great read from jd robb as always

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  • Posted February 24, 2013

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

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

    As you read (or listen in my case), more of the case unravels until you reach the end with a fully formed, highly unique case. It’s genius really! ~ Under the Covers

    When Louie Cogburn experiences headaches so painful they feel like an ice pike going through his head, he reaches his final precipice. After being holed up in his apartment, he can’t escape it no matter how loud the keeps his music up. The pain remains and becomes more intense as time goes on.

    Distressed neighbours complain and once someone knocks on his door, Louie snaps, swinging a baseball bat at the person until a cop arrives and must stun him twice in order to stop his rampage. In the end, the two stuns kill him, putting the officer in immediate evaluation.

    Eve Dallas is called in when the officer panic and since Eve is a trusted confidante, she guides Truhart through it all. Meanwhile, more deaths occur, following the same complaints on intense headaches and crazy rampages. The only clue is a message on a computer screen that states: ABSOLUTE PURITY ACHIEVED.

    This is one of my favorite books of the series. Robb creates a case that in puzzling at first glance and when you think you know what is happening, she enters another clue that keeps you wondering. It takes true talent to be able to string readers along like that and I think Robb does it with ease and skill. As you read (or listen in my case), more of the case unravels until you reach the end with a fully formed, highly unique case. It’s genius really! It’s almost as if she works backward, knowing exactly what is going to happen at the exact right time to achieve a solid set up.

    I must rave about Susan Erickson, the narrator of this series. She is hands down one of the best narrators in the business. I would rather listen to an audio than read the books myself even though it’s quicker that way. She creates such distinct voices for each character that I know exactly who is speaking without missing a beat.

    If you’re daunted by the sheer number of books in this series, an easy way to get through them is listening to the audiobooks. They are entertaining and brings to life the characters that Robb has put to paper. Erickson simply makes them feel more authentic and three-dimensional.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2012

    Excellent Read

    Well up to J. D. Robb's high standards. An excellent read.

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  • Posted February 13, 2012

    A Must Read!!

    One of the best series I have ever read!

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