Fantasy in Death
J. D. Robb
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The game started with a murder. Now, it's Eve Dallas's move.
It is the most puzzling case Eve Dallas has ever faced: the founder of the computer gaming giant U-Play is found decapitated in his locked, private playroom. And now Eve and her team are about to enter the next level of police work, in a world where fantasy is the ultimate seduction-and the price of defeat is death...
distributors, the accounts. Everything that’s in development.” “Yeah, that’s a shame. Murder trumps all.” “They have bills, they have families,” Cill began. “And I’ve got the two parts of Bart.” “That’s low,” Var mumbled. “That’s low.” “Murder usually is. Your choice.” She held up her ’link. “We can get the lawyers on it.” Cill glanced at Benny, then Var. “But—” “Murder trumps all,” Eve repeated. “I’ll get my warrant, and I’ll get my answers. It’ll just take longer. Meanwhile, your
loyal, but that’s also a simplicity. You make friends, you keep friends. Playmates become workmates, and you know them, understand them, again relate—and it’s comfortable. His current girlfriend, very comfortable relationship there, too. No drama, no kink. Just a nice girl hanging with a nice boy. Relatively new friends? Kids in the building. They’re simple, too. A kid’s going to play as long as you let him play. He’s not going to want a fancy meal when pizza’s on the menu. He gets kids because a
and kids are in Dochas right now, because someone loves them?” she asked, referring to Roarke’s abuse shelter. “That’s not love.” “The person doing the ass-kicking often thinks it is. Believes it is. It’s an illusion, like the game, but it feels real. A lot of nasty things grow out of love if it isn’t ... tended right. Jealousy, hate, resentment, suspicion.” “A cynical, and unfortunately accurate assessment. I love you.” She managed a half-laugh. “That’s kind of odd timing.” He crossed to
flew around her. She considered dodging the slice since she knew when it was coming, and from where, but it was better to study the details, to look for flaws if she played it by rote rather than mixing it up. His knife struck out fast, the tip ripping through cotton and flesh. But instead of the expected jolt, she felt the tear, the fire of it. She stumbled back, dropping her knife as she brought her hand up, felt the blood as warm against her fingers as the mud had been. In disbelief, she
family,” Benny said fiercely. “We are.” “I’ll have the officers take you to the hospital. Detective Peabody and I will be there shortly.” She gave the uniforms instructions, secured the door behind them. “We’re going to want eyes on those two, softclothes.” “Their alibis are easy to check out. EDD can confirm or dispute the online activity. If they’re in this together, they’re both good at the masks, but it would slide in with Mira’s two conspirators theory.” “How do you see it going down, if