Synopses & Reviews
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. His other goal: to get revenge on the woman who stopped him all those years ago, now a high-profile lieutenant in the NYPSD and married to one of the city's richest men.Commanding Eve's attention with a chilling and brazen crime, McQueen sets off the chase?forcing Eve down a road marked with blood and tears, a road that eventually leads southwest to Dallas, Texas, the home Eve fled long ago. And each new twist brings her closer to the harrowing memory of when she wasn?t a hardened detective but a vulnerable girl just like McQueen's innocent prey. As her husband, Roarke, tries to rescue her from the nightmares that claw at her mind, and her partner, Peabody, doggedly works to support her, Eve must confront ? and call upon ? the darkest parts of her own soul in order to survive.
The number-one New York Times?bestselling author J. D. Robb presents an intense and terrifying new case for New York homicide cop Eve Dallas, one that will take her all the way to the city that gave her her name ? and plunge her into the nightmares of her childhood.When a monster named Isaac McQueen ? taken down by Eve back in her uniform days ? escapes from Rikers, he has two things in mind. One is to pick up where he left off, abducting young victims and leaving them scarred in both mind and body. The other is to get revenge on the woman who stopped him all those years ago.
In the locker room Eve tied on the hard black uniform shoes. She hated them ? always had ? but regulation was regulation. She pushed off the bench, then reached for her uniform cap. Turning to the mirror, she fixed it squarely on her head.She could see herself as she?d been a dozen years before, green as spring, with a shine on her shield and on those damned hard black shoes.A cop, then and now, without any question, any hesitation, over what she was meant to be. Had to be. She?d thought she?d known, but she hadn?t known, really hadn?t begun to know what she would see and do, what she would learn and come to accept. What she would live through and live with.A lot of corners turned, she thought, and one sharp, jagged corner had been turned the moment she?d stepped into apartment 303 on 258 Murray one sweltering day in late September, barely six weeks after she?d graduated from the Academy.She remembered the fear, the coppery smear of it in her throat, and she remembered the horror like a red haze.