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Murder was always an insult. But the murder, bloody and brutal, of an entire family in their own home, was a different form of evil.
Nixie Swisher crept down the stairs for a drink - and saved her own life. When Lieutenant Eve Dallas is called to the house minutes later, she finds the whole family murdered in their beds. But the killers made a mistake: they left a survivor.
Nixie saw everything. And unfortunately for her, these elite killers soon realise they need to finish the job. So Eve and her billionaire husband Roarke give everything they can to keep Nixie safe in their own home.
And then a terrifying climax reveals there may be more to Nixie than meets the eye . . .
394 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2005

She worked her way up, shifted to straddle him. And from across the room a child's voice demanded, "Where is Dallas?"
"Shit! Shit a brick!"

"I've wondered if I'd be a good father. I think I would be. I think we'd both be good at it, either despite or because of where we came from."

"There she stands, such a little thing, all that pretty hair, tidy jeans and jumper - sweater." he corrected.
"Sister and family moved to Nebraska."
"Nebraska? Who lives in Nebraska?"




”Now Eve turned her head. “My pride in you bubbles in my heart. Unless it’s that soy dog you talked me into earlier.”
“Gosh, Dallas, a blush rises to my cheeks. Unless that, too, is the soy dog.”
She thumped a fist on her chest, gave a small, somehow ladylike belch. “Guess it was the dog.”
“Now that we’ve established that, let’s have the next on the list.”

”His skinny frame was festooned—Eve figured that was the word for it—in a neon orange skin-tank with sizzling blue pants that had some sort of silver clamps running up the outside of each leg. The overshirt was a headache of dots, outdone only by the glowing checks covering his airboots.
His shining blond hair was pulled back from his thin, pretty face. The better to show off the trio of orange and blue coils adorning each ear.”

”… I’m not taking you off this case because I know if I were in your shoes—which would never happen, as I’d have to be beaten unconscious before you’d get those pink airboots on my feet—”
Peabody’s lips twitched. “Salmon.”
“What, you’re hungry?”
“No.” Peabody took another sip of water and laughed, then winced and rubbed her ribs. “The shoes. The color’s salmon.”
“More the reason. I’m really going to wear fish shoes. So—God, what was I saying?””

“You’re not supposed to swear in front of me.” Nixie informed her of this, quite primly.
“Then turn around so I can swear behind you.”


"I've wondered if I'd be a good father. I think I would be. I think we'd be good at it, either despite of or because of where we came from. Maybe both. But it's not now ..."

For a moment Eve stared at the child and saw herself.

"Every step of my life was bringing me to you ... Even the ones on the dark road."
"Death brought us here."
"No ... it's love that brought us here.
"I would've found you", she murmured. "even on the darkest road."

She looked, Eve thought, like a wounded angel ...

