Visions in DeathDetective Eve Dallas searches the darkest corners of Manhattan for an elusive killer with a passion for collecting soulsin this novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series. 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 the precision 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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... stop there.” “Who found her?” “A couple of kids. Jesus, Dallas.” Peabody stopped a moment, stood in her hastily thrownon clothes, rubbing a hand over her tired face. “Snuck out of the house, thought they'd have a little adventure. Sure ...
... stop there.” “Who found her?” “A couple of kids. Jesus, Dallas.” Peabody stopped a moment, stood in her hastily thrownon clothes, rubbing a hand over her tired face. “Snuck out of the house, thought they'd have a little adventure. Sure ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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