Visions in Death (In Death Series #19) [NOOK Book]

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On one of the city's hottest nights, New York Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas is sent to Central Park-and into a hellish new investigation. The victim is found on the rocks, just above the still, dark water of the lake. Around her neck is a single red ribbon. Her hands are posed, as if in prayer. But it is the eyes-removed with such precision, as if done with the careful hands ...
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Overview

On one of the city's hottest nights, New York Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas is sent to Central Park-and into a hellish new investigation. The victim is found on the rocks, just above the still, dark water of the lake. Around her neck is a single red ribbon. Her hands are posed, as if in prayer. But it is the eyes-removed with such precision, as if done with the careful hands of a surgeon-that have Dallas most alarmed.



As more bodies turn up, each with the same defining scars, Eve is frantic for answers. Against her instincts, she accepts help from a psychic who offers one vision after another-each with shockingly accurate details of the murders. And when partner and friend Peabody is badly injured after escaping an attack, the stakes are raised. Are the eyes a symbol? A twisted religious ritual? A souvenir? With help from her husband, Roarke, Dallas must uncover the killer's motivation before another vision becomes another nightmare...

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Whether she's writing her trademark women's fiction or the futuristic police procedural mysteries she creates under her recently revealed pseudoymn of J. D. Robb, the quality of Nora Roberts's writing is crystal clear.

It's never easy for New York City police detective Eve Dallas to shift gears between her career as aa hard-hitting homicide cop and the role she's recently assumed as a corporate wife and society hostess for her wealthy, powerful and handsome-as-sin husband, Roarke. In Visions in Death, Eve's tricky balancing act gets tougher than ever.

Eve had been hoping that the change of seasons would cool things off after the long, hot, unusually violent summer of 2059. But the chilling tableau she finds in Central Park at the scene of a sex-related homicide is definitely not the sort of "cool" Eve had in mind. In addition to brutally assaulting the victim and carefully arranging the death scene, the killer has cold-bloodedly removed the dead woman's eyes…and every cop instinct Eve possesses tells her she hasn't seen the last of this murderer.

She's got a great arsenal of investigative tools at her disposal -- from Roarke's off-the-record high-tech gadgets to top-notch forensic techniques, perceptive psychological profiling, media manipulation, and her own and her partner Peabody's meticulous police work. And though Eve's not much of a believer in visions, she even agrees to accept help from a psychic who claims to have somehow connected with the victims of this serial murderer. Faced with a killer who is as horrifying as the nightmares that haunt her own life, Eve will stop at nothing to see justice done. Sue Stone

Publishers Weekly
Though not as gripping as the previous installments in Robb's mid-21st-century In Death series (Remember When, etc.), this new offering showcases her many talents. New York policewoman Eve Dallas is on the trail of a serial killer who strangles his young female victims with a red ribbon and removes their eyes postmortem. Dallas and her longtime partner, Detective Peabody, pursue the criminal with wisecracking vigor and old-fashioned police work, assisted as well by Eve's handsome husband, billionaire businessman Roarke, and a beautiful psychic who volunteers to share her chilling visions of the murders. Naturally, the determined Dallas gets her man, though her toughness is shaken along the way by memories of her own childhood abuse, the murderer's vicious attack on Peabody and a surprising 11th-hour revelation. The Thomas Harrisesque mystery resolves rather simply, and the story gets less of an energy boost than usual from the romantic power play between Eve and Roarke and the edgy sci-fi detail that made the earlier books so distinctive. (In fact, the Manhattan of 2059 is oddly old-fashioned, with more homey crafts stores than the New York of 2004.) Nevertheless, the book is a sassy, smart-alecky read, possessing the warm characterizations and witty dialogue that have earned Robb/Roberts her huge and loyal readership. Agent, Amy Berkower at Writer's House. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Naked in Death features Lt. Eve Dallas of the NYPD as she searches for a serial killer of prostitutes. It hints at the isolation, neglect, and sexual abuse that Eve suffered as a child, memories that she tries to suppress. The adult Eve is slow to trust and awkward when faced with affection and kindness. Yet over the course of this series, she acquires a husband, Roark; a partner, Peabody; and a varied host of friends-hard-boiled reporter Nadine, humanitarian doctor Louise, and worldly wise, bursting with life, rock star Mavis, all characters who also appear in Visions in Death. The culprit in Visions is raping, murdering, and mutilating women seen by a psychic in her dreams. Susan Ericksen renders each individual with proficiency; indomitable Eve and spunky Peabody's verbal sparring is adroitly delivered, and she moves easily and distinctly between the two women. Ericksen is equally successful with the male characters. Both books are great fun to listen to, but buy the whole series.-Juleigh Muirhead Clark, John D. Rockefeller Jr. Lib., Colonial Williamsburg Fdn., VA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101204979
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 1/25/2005
  • Series: In Death Series , #19
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 9,837
  • File size: 371 KB

Meet the Author

J.D. Robb is the pseudonym for a number one New York Times bestselling author of more than 190 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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She'd gotten through the entire evening without killing anyone. Lieutenant Eve Dallas, cop to the bone, figured the restraint showed enormous strength of character.

Her day had gone smoothly enough. A morning court appearance that had been as routine as it was tedious, paperwork both extensive and mind-numbing. The single case she'd caught had involved pals and their dispute over who had dibs on the last of the illegals-a party mix of Buzz, Exotica, and Zoom-they'd been toking on while lazing around on the roof of an apartment building on the West Side.

The dispute had been resolved when one of the afternoon partyers had taken a header off the roof, clutching the last of the illegals in his greedy fist.

He probably hadn't felt much, even when he'd splatted onto Tenth Avenue, but it sure as hell had broken the party mood.

Witnesses, including an uninvolved Good Samaritan from a neighboring building who'd called in the nine-one-one, all stated that the individual who'd been scooped off the sidewalk and into a bag had leaped of his own volition onto the roof ledge, danced an energetic keep-away boogie, lost his precarious balance, and taken flight with a giggling wee-haw.

Much to the surprise-and possible entertainment-of the afternoon passengers on an airtram who'd also witnessed the last dance of one Jasper K. McKinney.

One inappropriately delighted tourist had managed to capture the entire incident on his pocket vid.

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation.

As a result of Jasper and his eight-story dive, she'd clocked out of Cop Central barely an hour past end-of-duty, only to get bogged down in ugly midtown traffic because the temporary vehicle some sadist in Requisitions had tossed at her limped along like a blind, three-legged dog.

She had rank, for God's sake, and was entitled to a decent ride. It wasn't her fault she'd had two units destroyed in two years. Maybe she'd forget strength of character and go maim somebody in Requisitions in the morning.

It sounded like fun.

And after she'd gotten home-okay, almost two hours late-she'd had to transform herself from kick-ass murder cop to fashionable corporate wife.

She was a good cop, she reminded herself, but more than a little shaky in the corporate wife arena.

She supposed she'd been fashionable, since her husband had the entire getup-down to the underwear-set out for her. Roarke knew clothes.

She just knew she was wearing something green with sparkles all over it, and where it wasn't green and sparkly, it showed a lot of skin.

There hadn't been time to argue about it, but only to dive into the outfit and shove her feet into shoes-also green and sparkly. With high enough, needle-thin heels, she'd been nearly eye to eye with her man.

It wasn't a hardship to be eye to eye with Roarke. Not when his were that wild, unearthly blue in a face drawn by artistic angels. But it was tough being social with strangers when you were worried you might tip over and fall on your ass any second.

But she'd gotten through it. Through the quick-change, the quick shuttle trip from New York to Chicago, through the cocktail hour where her brains were nearly bored to suet despite truly excellent wine, and the corporate dinner with Roarke entertaining about a dozen clients, with her playing hostess.

She wasn't quite sure what kind of clients they were since Roarke had his fingers in every pie known to man or beast, so she didn't attempt to keep up. What she did know was that most of them could take the prize for most tedious during the four-hour ordeal.

But there had been no casualties.

Points for her.

What she wanted now was to get home, get out of the sparkly green thing, and fall into bed to sleep for the six hours she'd have before the clock started ticking again.

The summer of 2059 had been long, hot, and bloody. Fall, with its cooler temperatures, was coming. Maybe people wouldn't be as inclined to kill one another.

But she doubted it.

She'd barely settled into her seat on the plush, private shuttle when Roarke lifted her feet into his lap and slipped off her shoes.

"Don't get any ideas, pal. When I finally get out of this dress, I'm not getting back in."

"Darling Eve." His voice was a purr that echoed of Ireland. "That's the sort of statement that gives me ideas. However lovely you look in that dress, you'd look even lovelier out of it."

"Forget it. No way I'm dragging this thing back on, and I'm surely not getting out of this shuttle wearing what you laughingly call underwear. So just...Oh, sweet baby Jesus."

Her eyes crossed, then did a slow roll to the back of her head when he pressed his thumbs into her arch.

"I owe you a foot rub, at the very least." He smiled as she let her head fall back and moaned. "For services above and beyond. I know you detest the sort of thing we did tonight. And I appreciate you not pulling out your weapon and stunning McIntyre over the canaps."

"The guy with the big teeth who laughed like a donkey, right?"

"That would be McIntyre. He's also a very important account." He lifted her left foot, kissed her toes.

"So thanks."

"It's okay. Goes with the package."

Hell of a package, she thought, studying him through barely open eyes. All gorgeously wrapped six Feet two inches of him. Not just the lean, muscled build or the heart-stopping face framed with the sweep of black silk hair. But the brains, the style, the edge. The whole shot.

And best of all, he not only loved her, but he got her. Of all the things they fought about-and it was never hard to find something-they never butted heads over this.

He never expected any more of her in the corporate wife area than she could give. A lot of people would, and she got that. Roarke's enterprises included holdings, properties, factories, markets, and God knew, on and off planet. He was absurdly rich, with all the power that went with it. A lot of men in his position would expect a spouse to be at their beck, to drop everything and drape themselves over his arm at a moment's notice.

He didn't.

For every business event or social occasion she managed to attend as his wife, there were probably three she missed.

Moreover, there were countless times he arranged his schedule to suit hers, or put in time as consultant on a case.

In fact, when she thought about it, he made a much better cop's husband than she made corporate wife.

"Maybe I owe you a foot rub," she considered. "You're a pretty good deal."

He skimmed a finger down her foot, from toes to heel. "I certainly am."

"But I'm still not getting out of this dress." She scooted down in her seat, closed her eyes. "Wake me up when we land."

She'd only started to drift when the communicator in her evening bag signaled. "Oh, come on." She didn't open her eyes but reached out, clamped a hand on the bag. "What's our ETA?"

"About fifteen."

With a nod, she pulled out the communicator and engaged. "Dallas."

Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. Report to Belvedere Castle, Central Park. Officers on scene. Homicide, single victim.

"Contact Peabody, Detective Delia. I'll meet her on scene. My ETA is thirty minutes."

Acknowledged. Dispatch out.

"Shit." Eve dragged a hand through her hair. "You can dump me and go on."

"I dislike dumping my wife. I'll go with you and wait."

She scowled down at the fancy dress. "I hate going to scenes in these getups. I hear about it for weeks."

It was worse because she had to put the shoes back on, and then navigate in them over the grass and onto the paths of the city's greatest park.

The castle sat at the highest point of the park, with its skinny tower rising up into the night sky and the rocky ground giving way to the lake at its feet.

It was a pretty enough spot, she supposed, for tourists to take their snaps and vids during the day. Once the sun set, areas like this were the natural habitat of the street sleepers, chemi-heads, unlicensed companions on the troll, and those with nothing better to do than look for trouble.

The current city administration made a lot of noise about keeping the parks and monuments clean. And to their credit they even tossed money at the process with some regularity. There would be volunteers as well as city workers combing the park for litter, blasting off graffiti, sprucing up gardens and such.

Then everyone would get cozy and comfortable and put their efforts into other matters until it all went to hell again.

At the moment it was in decent shape with hardly enough litter to make the predawn cleanup crews work themselves into a lather.

With Roarke beside her, she strode as best she could toward the barricades the cops had already put in place. The castle was lit up like day with crime-scene lights.

"You don't have to wait," she told him. "I can catch a ride."

"I'll wait."

Rather than argue, she shrugged and pulling out her badge, went through the barricades.

No one made any comments about the dress or shoes. She'd figured her rep for ass-kicking would have kept the uniforms quiet, but it surprised her not to detect a single grin or snicker behind her back. It surprised her more when her partner stepped toward her without a smart remark on her wardrobe.

"Dallas. It's bad."

"What've we got?"

"Female, caucasian, about thirty. I got the scene recorded. I was about to run her for ID when they told me you'd arrived on scene." They walked together, Peabody in her comfortable airskids, Eve in the arch-killing heels. "Sexual homicide. Raped and strangled. But he didn't stop there."

"Who found her?"

"A couple of kids. Jesus, Dallas." Peabody stopped a moment, stood in her hastily thrown-on clothes, rubbing a hand over her tired face. "Snuck out of the house, thought they'd have a little adventure. Sure as hell got more than that. We've contacted the parents and child services. We've got them in a black-and-white."

"Where is she?"

"Down there." Peabody led the way, then pointed.

She lay on the rocks, just above the dark, still water of the lake. She wore nothing but what looked to be a red ribbon tied around her neck. Her hands were clasped together between her breasts, as if in prayer, or plea.

Her face was smeared with blood. Blood, Eve thought, that had spilled out of her when he'd taken her eyes.

She had to ditch the shoes or risk breaking her neck. Using the can of Seal-It from the field kit Peabody handed her, she coated her hands, her bare feet. Even so, it wasn't an easy climb down in the party dress, and she imagined she looked completely ridiculous, completely uncoplike sparkling her way over rocks toward a body.

She heard something rip, and ignored it.

"Oh, man." Peabody winced. "You're going to ruin that dress, and it's totally iced."

"I'd give a month's pay for a goddamn pair of jeans and a normal shirt. A pair of fucking boots." Then she put it out of her mind, set her feet solidly, and turned to the body.

"Didn't rape her down here. There's going to be a secondary scene. Even a lunatic doesn't rape a woman on a heap of rocks when there's all this grass. Raped her somewhere else. Killed or incapacitated her somewhere else. Had to carry her down here. Had to have some muscle and bulk to manage that-unless there was more than one of them. She's what, maybe a hundred and thirty pounds anyway. Deadweight."

More to protect the scene than the dress, Eve hitched the skirt up. "Let's get an ID on her, Peabody. Find out who she is."

While Peabody used the Identi-pad, Eve studied the position of the body. "Posed her. Praying? Begging? Resting in peace? What's your message?"

She crouched to examine the body. "Visual evidence of physical and sexual assault. Facial bruises, torso, forearms-those look defensive. She's got some matter under her nails. Tried to fight, scratched at him. It's not skin. Looks like fibers."

"Her name's Elisa Maplewood," Peabody said. "Central Park West address."

"Not so far from home," Eve stated. "She doesn't look uptown. No pedicure. Hands aren't smooth and pampered. Got calluses."

"Lists employment as a domestic."

"Yeah, that's more like it."

"She's thirty-two. Divorced. Dallas, she's got a four-year-old kid. A daughter."

"Oh, hell." Eve drew it in, then set it aside. "Bruises on her thighs and the vaginal area. Red corded ribbon around her throat."

It was dug into her skin so the bruised flesh puffed around it, then the tails draped down to her breasts.

"Time of death, Peabody?"

"Getting it." Peabody drew back the gauge, studied the readout. "Twenty-two twenty."

"About three hours ago. And the kids found her?"

"Just after midnight. First on scene responded, dealt with the kids, took a visual from above, and called it in at quarter to one."

"Okay." Steeling herself, she took the microgoggles, slipped them on, then bent over the ruined face. "Took his time here. Didn't hack at her. Neat, precise cuts. Almost surgical, like he was doing a fucking transplant. So the eyes were what he was after. They were the prize. The beating, the rape, those were just the prelude."

She eased back and took off the goggles. "Let's turn her, check the back."

There was nothing but the darkened flesh from the settling of blood, and what Eve identified as grass stains on the buttocks and down the thighs.

"Came at her from behind, that's what he did. But it didn't matter to him if she saw him. Knocked her down-sidewalk or pavement. No, gravelly path. See the scrapes on her elbows? Smacks her around. She tries to fight him off, tries to scream. Maybe she does scream, but he's hauling her away, somewhere he can have his fun without anyone trying to interfere. Drags her, across the grass. Beats her into submission, rapes her. Ties the cord around her neck, kills her. When that part of the job's over, it's time for the real business."

Eve replaced the goggles. "Strip off what's left of her clothes, take her shoes, anything else she was wearing. Jewelry, anything that individualizes her. Carry her down here. Pose her. Take the eyes-carefully. Check the pose, make any necessary adjustments. Wash off all that blood in the lake if you want. Clean up, take your prize, and be on your way."

"Ritual killing?"

"His ritual anyway. They can bag her," Eve said as she straightened. "Let's see if we can find the kill site."

Roarke watched her slide her feet back into the shoes. She'd have been better off barefoot, he mused, but that wasn't an option the lieutenant would consider.

Despite the heels, the glamorous dress-worse for wear now-the glitter of diamonds, she was every inch the cop. Tall, lean, steady as the rocks she'd just climbed on to view some new horror. You wouldn't see the horror in her eyes, those long, golden brown eyes. She looked pale in the harsh lights, and the glare of them only accentuated her sharp features. Her hair, nearly the same color as those eyes, was short, choppy, and mussed now from the breeze off the water.

He watched her stop, hold a brief conversation with a uniform. Her voice would be flat, he knew, and brisk, and reveal nothing of what she felt.

He saw her gesture, and saw the stalwart and more comfortably dressed Peabody nod. Then Eve was peeling off from the group of cops, and heading back to him.

"You're going to want to go on home," she told him. "This is going to take some time."

"I suspect it will. Rape, strangulation, mutilation." He lifted a brow when her eyes narrowed. "I keep my ear to the ground when it involves my cop. Can I help?"

"No. I'm keeping civilians-even you-out. He didn't kill her down there, so we need to find where he did. I probably won't make it home tonight."

"Would you like me to bring you, or send you, a change of clothes?"

Since even with his amazing powers, he couldn't just snap his fingers and put her in boots and trousers, she shook her head. "I've got spare stuff in my locker at Central." She glanced down at the dress, sighed at the smears of dirt, the small tears, the stains from body fluid. She'd tried to be careful, but there you go, and God knew what he paid for the damn thing.

"Sorry about the dress."

"It's not important. Get in touch when you can."

"Sure."

She struggled-knew he knew she struggled-not to wince when he skimmed a finger down the dent in her chin, when he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. "Good luck, Lieutenant."

"Yeah. Thanks."

As he walked back to the limo, he heard her raise her voice. "Okay, boys and girls, fan out. Teams of two. Standard evidence search."

He wouldn't have carried her far, Eve deduced. What would be the point? The added time, trouble, the additional risk of being seen. Still, they were talking Central Park, so it wasn't going to be quick and easy unless they ran into incredible luck.

She did, inside of thirty minutes.

"Here." She held up a hand to stop Peabody, then crouched. "Ground's torn up some. Hand me the goggles. Yeah, yeah," she said after she'd strapped them on. "We got some blood here."

She went down on hands and knees, her nose nearly to the ground, like a hound scenting prey. "I want this area cordoned off. Call the sweepers. I want to see if they can find any trace. Look here."

She got tweezers out of the field kit. "Broken fingernail. Hers," she decided when she held it up to the light. "Didn't make it easy for him, did you, Elisa? You did what you could."

She bagged the nail, then sat back on her heels.

"Dragged her over the grass. You can see where she tried to dig in. Lost a shoe. That's why she's got grass stains and dirt on one foot. But he went back for it. Took her clothes with him."

She pushed to her feet. "We'll check bins in a ten-block radius in case he dumped them. They'll be torn, bloody, dirty. We'll see if we can get a description of what she was wearing, but even without it, we'll look. Kept them though, didn't you?" she murmured. "Kept them as a memento."

"She lives a couple blocks from here," Peabody commented. "Grabbed her close to home, dragged her here, did the job, then carried her over to the dump site."

"We'll canvass. Let's get this coordinated, then take her residence."

Peabody cleared her throat, studied Eve's dress. "You're going like that?"

"Got a better idea?"

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  • Posted November 13, 2013

    When I started this series earlier this year mystery was not a g

    When I started this series earlier this year mystery was not a genre that I followed, but ever since Eve made me love a good investigation and I added several other books to my growing pile, but nothing is better than a good dose of Eve and Roarke. The last book was a little difficult for these two and thank god this one was more simple.




    There was a lot of drama and Eve suffered for Peabody, but the investigation was perfect. I wasn’t really in favor of the visions in this case and Eve was so right in all her deductions that at moments I actually thought she had a gift, but the killings were brutal and Eve managed just fine to keep everything away.




    Another great book for this series and Roarke was merely a sidekick in this one. Pity.

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    You are getting sleepy....you are getting VERY sleepy....now sle

    You are getting sleepy....you are getting VERY sleepy....now sleep while I watch the killer kill you!!!

    In Visions in Death, Eve Dallas has one ugly crime scene that she has to walk into. Everything seems
    to be symbolic rituals: hands praying, eyes are surgically removed, all tied up with a nice Red bow. And
    quite literally. It's so grizzly and so horrible it's even more amazing seeing it all happen...from your bed
    20 blocks away!

    Eve Dallas doesn't want to but she's trying to figure this out, actually gets help from a psychic who has
    SEEN the murders take place. The outcome is nothing anybody can forsee!!

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  • Posted February 8, 2013

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    Another Must Have

    excellent thought provoking yet eminently readable. My 15 year old daughter is inhaling these books - which I also did when I first discovered them. Great escapism. Fascinating concept of what life might become. Well crafted murder mysteries throughout the series, we just wish she could write faster! (although reading Nora Roberts releases I can't see that's possible.)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2012

    Another must read

    Great book! As always, JD Robb delivers. Lots of twists and turns and of course, the unexpected.

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  • Posted June 17, 2012

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    Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi Visions in Death is the 19

    Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    Visions in Death is the 19th installment of Nora Robert’s futuristic In Death series written under the name J.D. Robb.

    The summer of 2059 seems like it will never end. While Eve and Roarke are on their way back home from an event in Chicago, Eve gets called to a case. Elisa Maplewood had been brutally attacked, raped, and murdered in Central Park. Then, she was placed on the rocks overlooking the lake, nude, with her hands posed to look as if she’s in prayer and then her killer surgically removed her eyes and took them with him.

    The next morning, Eve is contacted by a sensitive, Celina Sanchez, who claims to have had a vision of the murder. She tells Eve details that were never released to the media and Eve reluctantly believes her and even uses her as a consultant on the case, knowing that Elisa isn’t going to be the only victim.

    Eve’s instincts are right and the bodies start adding up, but the case takes a completely different turn when the murderer changes pattern and attacks Peabody on her short walk from the subway to her apartment. The killer is interrupted and Peabody is in the hospital in critical condition and the whole police force wants to see this guy go down.

    I thought this was a pretty good story, one of the better ones in the series so far. I found the murders to be interesting and they definitely kept me wanting to read more. I was surprised at the twist at the end, although I had suspected a second killer earlier in the book and dismissed it.

    I loved Peabody and McNab in this one and just seeing how much he loved and worried about her after she was injured. It was very sweet and they light the entire story with their great personalities. I can’t wait to see more from them.

    And Roarke’s great sarcasm is back!! He and Eve always had a little sarcasm, but I found some of the books had lost a lot of that, but it was back in full force in this installment, and brought a light humor to the story that I loved!!

    This was a good book that any murder mystery fan will adore.

    For this full review and more-- openbooksociety dot com

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  • Posted May 8, 2012

    fun and fast read

    The "In Death" series are fun, fast reads. Great for crime/mystery fans.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    read

    One of the best vrry good

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  • Posted March 1, 2012

    Highly Recommended - you must check it out!!

    This is one of J.D. Robb's best. I loved everything, the story line was very gripping and the characters were great. Nixie is one little girl with almost as much moxie as Dallas. I only wish Dallas and Rourke would have adopted Nixie.

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  • Posted February 13, 2012

    A must read!

    This is one of the best book series I have ever read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2011

    It felt like I was in an actual case,

    Though I felt like Eve was a bit out of character a few times in this book, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I couldn't help but smile when Mavis made her appearance, laugh when Eve argued with her computer, or relax during the consult with Mira. All of my favorite characters made their appearance and left me with the contentment felt after a get-together with life-long friends.

    I enjoyed the mystery even though it wasn't terribly shocking or gruesome. I think I like this book so much because it wasn't a case that directly involved a friend of either Eve or Roarke.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    I find the J.D. Robb (Nora Roberts) In Death Series very enjoyable. This is just another one of her great books. Her books are fast paced and easy to understand. The story lines always have an unusual twist to them and in most cases have great endings. I recommend this book for the more mature readers.

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  • Posted April 11, 2010

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    terrific series

    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.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2009

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    J.D. Robb is great!

    I always enjoy any of the J.D. Robb stories. Her characters are alive, believable and the plots keep me guessing until the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2009

    Visions in Death by JD Robb

    I have listened to allof the In Death series up to this one and they continue to be captivating, funny, suspenseful, and romantic. The reader of the books, Susan Erickson, gives life to the characters!

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Fantastic Future

    JD Robb has a wonderful series going, start from the beginning (Naked in Death) to enjoy them the most. Excellent combination of romance and crime solving drama.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2009

    Best fast reading

    Is there a reader (esp Female) in the world who's read the In Death series and doesn't absolutely LOVE Roarke? He's totally unrealistic, too good to be true, etc but can't get enough of him and Eve. I listen to these books on MP3 and the reader does such a fabulous job of accents and inflections. Then I go back months later and read them for an extra layer of excitement. I even got my boyfriend hooked on them!<BR/>If you like mystery, murder, suspense, humor and sizzling hot romance scenes, start the In Death series and don't stop.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2006

    Yet another amazing book!

    I couldn't put it down, it is one of the best I've read yet, and the ending is such a surprise. Wonderful book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2005

    A must read for J.D. robb fans

    It's truly a delight to discern the chemistry between Eve and Dallas while they watch out for each other's backs. They are two wounded souls who have become partners in righting wrongs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2005

    Must read whole series

    Love reading how the characters are all growing and changing.

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