Dark in Death (In Death Series #46)

Dark in Death (In Death Series #46)

by J. D. Robb

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Dark in Death (In Death Series #46) by J. D. Robb

Lieutenant Eve Dallas returns in Dark in Death, by J.D. Robb, the #1 New York Times bestselling master of suspense, and takes on a case of death imitating art…

It was a stab in the dark.

On a chilly February night, during a screening of Psycho in midtown, someone sunk an ice pick into the back of Chanel Rylan’s neck, then disappeared quietly into the crowds of drunks and tourists in Times Square. To Chanel’s best friend, who had just slipped out of the theater for a moment to take a call, it felt as unreal as the ancient black-and-white movie up on the screen. But Chanel’s blood ran red, and her death was anything but fictional.

Then, as Eve Dallas puzzles over a homicide that seems carefully planned and yet oddly personal, she receives a tip from an unexpected source: an author of police thrillers who recognizes the crime—from the pages of her own book. Dallas doesn’t think it’s coincidence, since a recent strangulation of a sex worker resembles a scene from her writing as well. Cops look for patterns of behavior: similar weapons, similar MOs. But this killer seems to find inspiration in someone else’s imagination, and if the theory holds, this may be only the second of a long-running series.

The good news is that Eve and her billionaire husband Roarke have an excuse to curl up in front of the fireplace with their cat, Galahad, reading mystery stories for research. The bad news is that time is running out before the next victim plays an unwitting role in a murderer’s deranged private drama—and only Eve can put a stop to a creative impulse gone horribly, destructively wrong.

From the author of Echoes in Death, this is the latest of the edgy, phenomenally popular police procedurals that Publishers Weekly calls “inventive, entertaining, and clever.”

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250161536
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 01/30/2018
Series: In Death Series , #46
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 16,845
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

J.D. Robb is the pseudonym for #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts. She is the author of over 200 novels, including the futuristic suspense In Death series. There are more than five hundred million copies of her books in print.

Hometown:

Keedysville, Maryland

Date of Birth:

1950

Place of Birth:

Silver Spring, Maryland

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CHAPTER 1

On the mega screen bloody murder played out in classic black and white for an audience of one hundred and seven. With the sharp screech of violins, violas, and cellos that number dropped by one.

Unlike the character of Marion Crane, Chanel Rylan didn't scream or flail at the shock of violent death. In row twenty-seven in theater three of Vid Galaxy in New York City's Times Square, she let out little more than a mouse squeak as the ice pick plunged into the back of her neck.

Her body gave one quick jerk; her hands batted at the air and upended the mini bucket of popcorn in her lap. Her last breath escaped like a long sigh.

She died in the dark as blood circled black down the drain on the screen.

No one noticed. With all eyes, all attention riveted to the screen, no one noticed the killer slip into the aisle and walk away from dark deeds.

When Lola Kawaski hurried back in, dropping into her aisle seat, she cursed in a whisper, "Damn it, I can't believe I missed the big, classic scene. And I'm going to have to miss the rest. I'm kicking myself for agreeing to be on call tonight, but we've got an emergency coming in, so —"

In apology, she patted Chanel's arm. The movement caused her dead friend's body to shift, slumping against Lola. Lola's initial amusement — leave it to an actor to go all dramatic — flipped to alarm.

Then the screaming started.

* * *

Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood over the body. Someone had dragged said body into the aisle in a useless attempt at first — or more accurately last — aid. Now the scene was totally fucked.

So was her evening at home. She'd actually walked in the door on time for once, out of the claw swipe of late February wind and into the warmth of a Summerset-free house, as Roarke's majordomo was off on his winter vacation.

She'd even beaten Roarke home and experienced the odd and rare sensation of having the big-ass fancy house all to herself. And the cat.

She'd considered squeezing in a workout — contemplated just jogging from room to room; if she managed to hit them all that would equal a pretty damn serious workout.

Instead, she wandered into the big front parlor with its art, antiques, and rich colors. She decided she deserved a big red circle around the day on the 2061 calendar, and she put on the fire, poured a glass of wine, sat in one of the butt-cuddling chairs.

The cat sat at her feet, eyed her suspiciously.

"I know, weird, right? I'm just sitting here." Kicking out her legs, she crossed her booted feet at the ankles. "Maybe I could get used to it," she said, lifting the wine for the first sip.

Her communicator signaled.

"Or maybe not."

Two minutes later, she grabbed her coat from the newel post where she'd tossed it. And Roarke walked in.

The wind followed him, tossing his black-as-midnight hair around that remarkable warrior-poet face. His perfectly sculpted mouth curved, those wild blue eyes smiled at her.

Then he noted she shot her arms into the coat rather than stripping it off.

He said, "Uh-oh."

"Sorry. Five damn minutes home, and I caught one. DB at a vid palace in Times Square."

"An unhappy ending for the DB." Ireland cruised through his voice. And as she wrapped her scarf around her neck, he left the door open to the cold. "Opening scene for my cop."

He caught her face in his hands, kissed her — taking his time with it, despite the cold wind and the call of duty.

"I'll see you later," she told him. "Maybe even sooner. There's a glass of wine in the parlor. I'd just poured it."

He gave her another, briefer kiss. "I'll think of you when I drink it."

Less than ten minutes after she'd walked in, she started out. "Don't forget to feed the cat."

"As if he'd let me."

Now Eve imagined Galahad's belly was full, and Roarke had enjoyed her wine while she studied a woman identified as Chanel Rylan by her vid-watching friend.

Eve stood alone in the theater, having already taken the report of the first officer on scene. She studied the blood on the back of the chair — first in from the aisle — and the smeared drops helpful civilians had stepped in when moving the body.

Eve opened her field kit and, with her hands and boots sealed, crouched down to do her job.

She pressed the victim's right thumb to her Identi-pad.

"Victim is identified as Chanel Rylan, mixed-race female, age thirty-two. No marriages, no offspring, no current cohab."

She took out her gauges for time of death.

"TOD eighteen-thirty-one. No defensive wounds visible. ME to confirm."

Prepared to turn the body, Eve looked up and over at the familiar clomp, and watched her partner start down the slanted aisle.

Pink, fuzzy-topped boots, pink magic coat, and today's scarf a long snake of variegated blues. Peabody wore a matching cap over a flip of dark hair.

"So much for the night off." Peabody studied the victim. "Then again, she's got nothing but nights off now."

"Seal up. I want to turn her. First on scene reports the wound's at the base of her neck."

Peabody stripped off her outdoor gear, sealed up. "I'd just ordered a bowl of minestrone. McNab offered to come with, but I told him to eat, and take mine to go. I figured if you wanted EDD, we'd just tag him."

Since Eve considered Peabody's skinny, wildly fashionable main man an e-ace, if she did, she would.

Together, they turned the body. Eve parted the victim's blood-matted blond hair.

"Single puncture wound, base of the skull. Not a flat blade. Stiletto maybe, or an ice pick. Hand me microgoggles."

Eve fit them on, her eyes huge and whiskey brown behind the lenses as she leaned over. "Smooth, small, and deep. Looks about three inches deep. No hesitation marks visible."

She rocked back on her heels, still crouched on long legs as she studied the chair.

"The killer had to be sitting right behind her. I can't see any angle to the wound. The theater's dark, people are watching the screen. All he has to do is lean up a little and jam it into her. In and out. A couple of seconds. If this hit the brain stem, she wouldn't even have time to say ouch."

She stood now, hooked her thumbs in the front pockets of her trousers. A tall woman and lean with it, she took a penlight from the kit to examine the aisle, the seat directly behind the victim's.

"You can call in the sweepers. Long shot he left any trace on the seat — or that we'll be able to separate it from the hundreds of other asses who've sat in it — but maybe we'll get lucky."

She scanned the space, raking her fingers through her short chop of brown hair. "No cams in the theater. I've got a uniform getting security discs from the lobby, the concession area, anywhere there are cams. A place this size ..."

"Ten theaters, two floors, with the two mega screens upstairs," Peabody supplied. "This is one of the smaller theaters in here, mostly for classic vids. Looks like, what, it holds maybe three hundred."

"Two seventy-five." Eve had already checked. "Uniforms have over a hundred people holding in the theater next door. The friend of the vic and three potential wits holding in another. Call the dead wagon, Peabody, and let's get a uniform to sit with her until she's bagged and tagged."

"She was really pretty."

"Yeah, I bet that's a comfort to her now."

She retrieved her coat, scanning, thinking, assessing as she put it on. "It's cold. Cold and precise. And cowardly. A stab in the back, in the dark. Didn't need to see her face, to watch her die, so some emotional detachment."

Eve took one last look at the body — objective, but not detached. Chanel Rylan was hers now, and that was as attached as it could get.

"Start with the big group," she told Peabody as they walked out. "Hold on to anyone sitting in the vic's section, or directly across the aisle. Anyone who touched the body."

"The killer could be one of them. Could still be here."

"Could be," Eve agreed. "That would be ballsy. Stab in the back in the dark, not ballsy. But killing in public, even in the dark, takes some balls. We need a search for the weapon. All bins and recyclers, all areas. If the killer hung in, he had to ditch the weapon."

Eve paused a moment in the wide, dimly lit corridor that led to the various theaters. "Me? I'd do the jab, stick the weapon back in my pocket, and slip out."

Hands on hips, she studied the setup. "Who's going to notice? Somebody needs a pit stop, wants more popcorn. He wouldn't even have to leave the building. He could just walk into one of the other theaters down here, take a seat in the back.

"We need to check and see what time the other vids let out, which ones ended before the body was discovered. If any did, he could have just walked out like the rest."

Eve signaled to a uniform. "Nobody touches or uses any trash bin or recycler. I want the sweepers to do a full search. That includes bathrooms. Which theater houses the audience from the crime scene?"

"That's number one, Lieutenant. A Dog and His Day. Kid-friendly early show. It let out at eighteen-thirty-five, so it was between shows when first on scene arrived to secure the scene."

"That answers that," Eve murmured. "Peabody, start in theater one. Where's the friend of the victim?"

"We've got her and three others in separate areas in number five. The three jumped in to try to assist, compromised the body and the scene. All three were seated in the proximity of the victim."

"Okay. Peabody, go ahead and pull in McNab. We're going to need more hands anyway, and he's likely to get here and review the security feed before either of us finish with the wits."

"Will do. Dallas, some of the wits are probably going to need to use the bathroom before we're done."

"Hell, you're right. Officer, have a team clear the unisex facilities on the second level. Odds are slim the killer went up there to ditch the weapon, if he did ditch it. But clear it first — sealed up and on record. Anyone who needs to go needs to be accompanied by an officer. One at a time, and the facility is subsequently recleared before the next. Got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do employees have facilities, a locker area, break room?"

"Ah ..."

"Find out, have it closed off. Let's get started, Peabody."

Eve moved down the long, curving corridor to the double doors of theater five.

She saw the woman seated with a female uniform in the rear row of the far right section. A man and woman together, one man alone, all with two officers, spread out in the far left section.

Nobody looked very happy.

Eve went to the lone woman first, gave the uniform the nod to step out.

"I'm Lieutenant Dallas."

"Chanel ... I don't understand."

Eve sat. The chairs here were wider, deeper than those at the crime scene. "I'm sorry, Ms. ..."

"Kawaski. Lola Kawaski."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Kawaski. You and Ms. Rylan were friends."

"Besties, roomies. I needed a roomie when I busted up with my boyfriend like, God, like, ten years ago. Chanel had just moved here, and she was one of the aps. We just hit it off straight-out. We've been there for each other through all the thin and thick. And now ..."

Lola pressed fingers to eyes red from weeping.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. I know it's hard right now, but I have questions I need to ask. You may be able to help us find who did this to her and why."

"There's just no why." Lola sobbed into her hands. "No why."

There was always a why, Eve thought.

"Was Chanel involved with anyone? Maybe she had a bad breakup?"

Lola shook her head, began to wind her long tail of brown hair around her fingers. "Nobody serious right now, or in the last year or so. She had a serious, back like four or five years ago, but they busted. Not mean or anything. Just busted when he got a break, a part in a home-screen series. But they shot it up in Canada, west Canada. So they busted. Chanel was happy for him, you know, but she was New York. Broadway. She worked plenty in swing, too."

"Swing."

"It's like the supporting cast in a play, and you have to learn lots of the parts because you're going to play more than one character. She worked at Broadway Babies, too. It's a restaurant in the theater district where the waitstaff sings and performs while they serve you. She worked really hard."

"Did she beat someone out for a part, cause resentment there?"

"It happens. People in the business know it happens. I know lots of them through Chanel. They get pissy, maybe, or depressed, but they don't kill each other. She had lots of friends. She dated around, but not serious. She was bi. We didn't ... I'm just straight, and we were like sisters. She kept it light dating after Damien. She was happy for him. He's still out there — Canada, and New L.A. — in another series. But it broke her heart a little, too."

"So she dated a lot of people, competed for a lot of parts."

"Yeah, that was, like, her life. I'm not going to say everybody loved her, but a lot did, and a lot really liked her or respected her. I don't know anybody who'd do this to her. Who'd just ... It doesn't feel real."

"Why don't you tell me what happened tonight? You and Chanel decided to see this vid. Why this vid, at this theater, at this time?"

"That's easy. It's classic, and we're both really into classic vids. We try to come every couple weeks. If Chanel's in a play, we work it around rehearsals or workshops or performances. She was in auditions for one now — second callback — so we came to the six o'clock because she had the night off, and we were going to go out to dinner, then to this club for open mic. She loves to hit open mics. It helps her rev for a big audition. It was just a girl-pal night on the town."

"So you came here often."

"At least a couple times a month. Mondays if she didn't have a shift at the restaurant because the theater's dark. Wednesdays if she was between plays. Sometimes we'd hit a matinee on my day off if she wasn't in rehearsal."

"So coming here was a routine for you. And just the two of you?"

"Mostly. We'd double-dated here a few times, but mostly people aren't as into classic vids as we are. It's, you know, our little thing."

"Tell me about this evening. Walk me through it."

"Okay." Lola took a deep breath, swiped her hands over her face. "Chanel was juiced up because she thought she nailed the first callback. We met for a drink when I got off work."

"Where?"

"Toodles, over on Seventh. I work just a couple blocks from there, so she met me. We hit happy hour, split a half carafe of house wine and a plate of mini pierogies. We just talked about stuff, like always. Her callback and, oh, Carmine, this sweet teacup poodle I neutered today. I'm a vet. Then we walked to the theater, talking about the first time each of us saw Psycho, and how it freaked me so I didn't take a shower for months, and how she watched it over and over to study Janet Leigh's performance."

"Did you notice anyone who seemed to be listening to your conversations? Paying too much attention?"

"No. I just didn't."

"Okay, keep going."

"So we got here early enough to get popcorn and drinks and good seats. The classic theater's never full, especially on a weeknight, but I really like the aisle seat. And I wanted one especially since I was on call. I hate when people pick their way across the aisle in front of you during a vid. We just settled in, hung out for a couple minutes until it started."

"Did anyone speak to either of you? Out in the lobby, in the theater? Did you notice anyone who made you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, we were talking to each other. I mean, the guy at the concession stand asked if we wanted the special but we didn't."

"Okay. Your initial statement said you came back to your seat and found Chanel. Why did you leave the theater?"

"I was on call, and my 'link vibrated. Right after Marion had dinner, had the talk with Norman Bates. I had to go out to the lobby to take it. I work at Pet Care, and we run a twenty-four-hour emergency clinic. There's a vet assistant and a couple of support staff in the clinic at all times, but one of the vets is on call for emergencies. Gloria, the assistant on duty, said we had an emergency coming in."

"What kind of emergency?"

"A dog, struck by a car, and the owner was bringing him right in. I had to go — if the dog needed surgery or had to be put to sleep, they needed a vet. I got some information from Gloria, but she didn't have much because the owner was panicked and running with the dog. I gave her instructions because he'd probably get there before I could, then I went back to tell ... to tell Chanel. I — I sat down for a second, said how I'd missed the big scene. You know, the shower scene, and I was sorry, but I had to go into work. I ..."

Lola covered her face now, rocked. "I put my hand on her arm, I think. I think. She just sort of tipped against me. I started to laugh, I think. Drama queen. Then I ... there was blood. I could feel it, smell it, and she wasn't moving. I'm a little, ah, not sure exactly then."

(Continues…)


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Dark in Death (In Death Series #46) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 130 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the lowest I've ever rated a J.D. Robb book. I found this one tedious and hard to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great book. Having 30 years as a Cop, love these books. Wish I had an Eve Dallas at my department.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not as good as her others.
Anonymous 12 months ago
If this had been the first in her In Death series, it would have been my last. Forced myself to finish it, to be honest. Hope it’s not a sign of books to come.....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is ok. Not one if the best but worth the read to continue the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the Death series, but lately they are not as exciting. Actually the last few have been Boring.. is Nora Roberts tired of the series??
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a struggle!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all 46 of the Death series books. I was extremely disappointed with this book. It was either a rush job or someone else wrote this book. Just not up to Nora Roberts standards .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Have read series...this is poor.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts always satisfies. Her stories have interesting, believable plot development, fun dialogue between sympathetic characters, and excellent scene setting. Of her many amazing books, though, I found this one easier to put down. The plot not as captivating, the characters not really growing through the story, but staying in their prior developed status. I love the characters, and the interplay between them is entertaining, but maybe due to series length, the ability to grow them is shrinking? It still makes an entertaining read, though, by a talented author. I can always grab a Roberts/Robb novel and know I will be satisfied.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these stories read them all but they need a new twist.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book wasn’t as a smooth reading as the others you could almost anticipate the next words Not satisfied with this read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my least favorite of her books. It was dull. Very unusual for this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series but I think it's time to switch it up a bit. Every book Dallas catches the case on the 2nd victim. Try as hard as she can she can't stop the 3rd from going down to but she always gets them on the 4th. I was waiting for a good fight between Rourke & Dallas but surprisingly there wasn't one this time. I love this series. I love these characters but it needs some changes to refresh it a bit
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a huge fan of the JD Robb books but ended up scanning instead of reading this book. I did not care about the crimes. I didn't even care a out the victims. There was very little about the relationships between Eve and the other characters which is the big reason I usually love these books. I am already looking forward to the next book and hope I am back to enjoying the "In Death" books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wasn't the best. I have read all the In Death series and this is not her best. Not one I would read again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not her best. Nora's gotten formulaic. She's a better writer than this book portrays
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the characters and the writing. I was glad to see a few people we havent seen in awhile in the book, too!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As great as all the rest!! I love the In Death series and Eve Dallas with Roark, Peabody, McNab, Mira, Morris, and the rest of the cast of characters are a joy to read! I've read this series from start to finish at least 3 times and it's time for a 4th turn!!!!
Anonymous 7 months ago
Having read all the books in this series I have noticed that the last few books are not done in her usual style. I agree with the other reviewers , I think she is getting tired of this series. It was an ok story but not done in the exciting writing style you expect from her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all the Death Series books, always interesting! Peabody and Dallas work great together and always get their killer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series...always a good read..but this one was was a little flat..although good it was not a best...but can't wait to see what's next..not enough interaction between characters as normal....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read all the "in death" books in the series, I look forward to them as they are released. I did read this in it's entirety but for the first time was disappointed. It seemed as though it was written by another author (or a ghost writer). It certainly wasn't as good or fulfilling.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good but not in keeping with previous books. Maybe she's getting bored. Still better than the last. The main characters made appearances at least in this once. I'm hoping the next is a true In Death book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In the middle it got a little thick with psycho babble. The end was not as strong as usual.