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The first victim was found lying on a sidewalk in the rain. The second was murdered in her own apartment building. Police lieutenant Eve Dallas had no problem finding connections between the two crimes. Both victims were beautiful and highly successful women. Their glamorous lives and loves were the talk of the city.

The scene in the West Village studio appears to be classic crime-of-passion: two wineglasses by the bed, music playing, and a young sculptor named Ariel Byrd with the back of her head bashed in. But when Dallas tracks down the wealthy Upper East Side woman who called 911, the details don’t add up. Gwen Huffman is wealthy, elegant, comforted by her handsome fiancé as she sheds tears over the trauma of finding the body - but why did it take an hour to report it? And why is she lying about little things?

Ein blutiges Attentat, ein Wettlauf gegen die Zeit und die vermutlich lässigste Ermittlerin von New York – der neue Fall für Detective Eve Dallas aus der Feder von SPIEGEL-Bestsellerautorin J.D. Robb! Ein Selbstmordattentat im Finanzdistrikt – der Attentäter war Marketingchef einer Fluglinie, die vor einer aufsehenerregenden Fusion stand. Lieutenant Eve Dallas vom NYPD findet schnell heraus, dass Paul Rogan nicht freiwillig handelte, sondern durch das Kidnapping von Frau und Kind zum Anschlag gezwungen wurde.

On a hot August night, Lt. Eve Dallas and her husband, Roarke, speed through the streets of Manhattan to the Down and Dirty club, where a joyful, boisterous pre-wedding girls’ night out has turned into a murder scene. One of the brides lies in a pool of blood, garroted in a private room where she was preparing a surprise for her fiancée—two scrimped and saved-for tickets to Hawaii. Despite the dozens of people present, useful witnesses are hard to come by. It all brings back some bad memories for Eve.

He is an expert with the latest technology...a madman with the mind of a genius and the heart of a killer. He quietly stalks his prey. Then he haunts the police with cryptic riddles about the crimes he is about to commit - always solved moments too late to save the victims' lives.

When a retired police officer is found shot dead in his home, Eve and the team are called to the scene to investigate. It looks as though the dead man committed suicide but Eve smells foul play. Is everything as straightforward as it appears or is there more to it than meets the eye? Could someone have held a grudge and delivered payback in death.

Sixteen-year-old Jenna Harbough's parents had finally given in, and there she was, at a New York club with her best friends, watching the legendary band Avenue A, carrying her demo in hopes of slipping it to the guitarist, Jake Kincade. Then, from the stage, Jake catches her eye, and smiles. It's the best night of her life. It's the last night of her life. Minutes later, Jake's in the alley getting some fresh air, and the girl from the dance floor comes stumbling out, sick and confused and deathly pale.

It was one of Eve Dallas’s earliest takedowns, back in her uniform days. A monster named Isaac McQueen had been abducting young victims and leaving them scarred in both mind and body. Thanks to Eve, he wound up where he belonged, removed from civilized society in Rikers. But he’s not behind bars anymore. After his escape, McQueen has two things in mind. One is to take up where he left off, preying on the young and innocent - when necessary, with the help of a female partner all too willing to be manipulated and to aid and abet his crimes.

Her career in homicide has taken her into the darkest depths of New York City’s underground - and sometimes Lieutenant Eve Dallas feels more comfortable in those kinds of places than in the high-rise, high-society world of her billionaire husband, Roarke. But while she’s no party girl, she’s managing to have a reasonably good time at the celebrity-packed bash celebrating the debut of The Icove Agenda. This time it’s Eve, not Roarke, who’s a guest of honor, since the film is based on one of her famous cases. Her partner, Peabody, is practically giddy....

It was just another after-work happy-hour bar downtown, where business professionals unwound with a few drinks, complained about the boss, maybe hooked up with someone for the night. Until something went terribly wrong. At first it was just a friction in the air. The noise intensified. The crowd seemed oppressive. Some sharp words were exchanged, some pushing and shoving. Then the madness descended. And after 12 minutes of chaos and violence, 80 people lay dead.

Manche tun diese Arbeit voller Eifer, andere voller Gleichmut, und wieder andere betrachten Mord als ein Werk der Liebe! Als Walter Pettibone um genau 19.30 Uhr abends von der Arbeit nach Hause kommt, wird er von über hundert Gästen erwartet. Die eigentliche Überraschung steht ihm allerdings noch bevor. Um 20.45 Uhr reicht ihm eine Frau mit grünen Augen und rotem Haar ein Glas Sekt. Ein Schluck davon, und Walter fällt tot um.

Eine junge Frau – nackt, blutig und völlig verwirrt – stolpert direkt vor das Auto von Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas und ihrem Ehemann Roarke. Daphne Strazza ist schnell identifiziert, und ein Routinebesuch in ihrem schicken New Yorker Townhouse offenbart Schlimmes. Anthony Strazza, weltberühmter Gehirnchirurg, liegt tot und offensichtlich gefoltert inmitten mutwilliger Zerstörung. Der Arzt war nicht gerade beliebt, und so herrscht an Verdächtigen kein Mangel. Doch alle Spuren scheinen im Sande zu verlaufen, und die junge Witwe erzählt nur wieder und wieder, sie sei vom Teufel selbst misshandelt worden.

Niemals ist Lieutenant Eve Dallas etwas so schwer gefallen: Sie muss gegen ihre eigenen Kollegen ermitteln, weil alle Spuren des Mordes an einem liebenswerten, anständigen Polizisten direkt in die Zentrale führen. Als eine weitere Leiche vor ihrer Haustür deponiert wird, begreift Eve Dallas, dass dieser zweite Mord eine eindeutige Warnung ist: Eve selbst soll das nächste Opfer sein. Und diesmal steht Eve einem Killer gegenüber, so raffiniert, überheblich und hinterhältig wie das personifizierte Böse...

Es ist eine bitterkalte Nacht in New York, als auf der Treppe vor einem leeren Bürogebäude eine tote Frau gefunden wird. Alles sieht nach einem misslungenen Überfall aus, doch Eve Dallas ahnt schon, dass die Leiche bewusst dort abgelegt wurde. Jetzt muss sie nur herausfinden, warum jemand so etwas tun würde. Verdächtige gibt es einige, doch mit der tatkräftigen Unterstützung ihres milliardenschweren Ehemanns Roarke und ihrer toughen Partnerin Peabody, kommt Eve der Lösung des Falls bald näher, denn einige der mächtigsten Männer der Stadt hatten durchaus ein Motiv für den Mord.

While Eve examines a fresh body in Washington Square Park, her husband, Roarke, spots a man among the onlookers he’s known since his younger days on the streets of Dublin. A man who claims to be his half brother. A man who kills for a living - and who burns with hatred for him. Eve is quick to suspect that the victim’s spouse - resentful over his wife’s affair and poised to inherit her fortune - would have happily paid an assassin to do his dirty work. Roarke is just as quick to warn her that if Lorcan Cobbe is the hitman, she needs to be careful.

Pediatrician Kent Abner received the package on a beautiful April morning. Inside was a cheap trinket, a golden egg that could be opened into two halves. When he pried it apart, highly toxic airborne fumes entered his body - and killed him. After Eve Dallas calls the hazmat team - and undergoes testing to reassure both her and her husband that she hasn’t been exposed - it’s time to look into Dr. Abner’s past and relationships. Not every victim Eve encounters is an angel, but it seems that Abner came pretty close.

Summer, 2059. A man wearing a cape and a top hat approaches a prostitute on a dark, New York City street. Minutes later, the woman is dead. Left at the scene is a letter addressed to Lieutenant Eve Dallas, inviting her to play his game and unveil his identity. He signs it, "Jack."

No affairs. No criminal connections. No DNA. No clues. Eve Dallas may be the best cop in the city - not to mention having the lavish resources of her husband Roarke at her disposal - but the Swisher case has her baffled. The family members were murdered in their beds with brutal, military precision.

Things aren’t what they seem when Lieutenant Eve Dallas investigates what appears to be a routine murder/suicide. When friends of Darlene and Marcus Fitzwilliams insist Darlene would never harm her brother, Eve digs deeper. Eve learns that Darlene sought help from sensitives, psychics, and doctors of paranormal studies in an attempt to contact her dead parents. After clues mimicking Alice in Wonderland repeatedly turn up, the case gets curiouser and curiouser....

It was a glittering event full of A-listers, hosted by Eliza Lane and Brant Fitzhugh, a celebrity couple who’d conquered both Hollywood and Broadway. And now Eve Dallas has made her entrance—but not as a guest. After raising a toast, Fitzhugh fell to the floor and died, with physical symptoms pointing to cyanide, and the police have crashed the party. From all accounts, he wasn’t the kind of star who made enemies. Everyone loved him—even his ex-wife. And since the champagne cocktail that killed him was originally intended for Eliza, it’s possible she was the real target.