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In the late 21st century, on the streets of New York City, a street sleeper is found murdered, his diseased heart removed with surgical precision. His death would typically drop to the bottom of a list of senseless and inexplicable killings, but Lieutenant Dallas, who "would stand for the dead and the living," is not about to let that happen. When her research uncovers similar crimes in several cities that were dropped under mysterious circumstances, Dallas knows she's facing a killer cruel enough to prey on the weakest in society and powerful enough to conspire an extensive coverup.
To complicate matters further, Dallas faces an equally troubling threat to her career when she's linked to the death of a fellow cop. Now she must fight to restore her good name as well as track down the killer.
In Conspiracy in Death, Roberts creates a futuristic world of evil that Eve Dallas negotiates through tough talk and brute force. While Robb crafts the crimes with great care, she assumes a familiarity with the characters that new readers will lack. But fans of the In Death series and newcomers alike will enjoy the thrill of the chase as Eve Dallas sets out to get her man.
13 pages, Audible Audio
First published April 1, 1999




The bodies are piling up. In her research Eve uncovers similar crimes in several cities that were dropped under mysterious circumstances, Dallas knows she's facing a killer cruel enough to prey on the weakest in society and powerful enough to conspire an extensive coverup. To complicate matters further, Dallas faces an equally troubling threat to her career when she's linked to the death of a fellow cop.

"Lieutenant." Ireland whispered, silky and romantic, in his voice.
"An unexpected pleasure."

"Was he wearing a tux?"
Peabody had seen Roarke in a tux. The image of it was etched on her mind like acid on glass.
"Man" Peabody closed her eyes ... "Man." she repeated.
"You know a lot of women would get pissed off at having their husband star in their aide's purient little fantasies."
"But you're bigger than that, Lieutenant. I like that about you."
"I never saw much snow as a boy.
Dublin's for rain."


As she stood pale as death in the pale winter light, her eyes glazed, dark, and, he thought, impossibly young. The strength, the tough edge she wore as naturally as her weapon, was gone.

"What I have with you, darling Eve, I never thought to have with anyone. Never thought to want it or to need it."







