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Thomas Anders had been a respected businessman. He and his wife, Ava, were very active in charitable organizations especially for families and children. He is found dead in his bedroom in what appears to have been a kinky sex scene gone bad. His wife was on vacation with friends when he died. It doesnt appear that anyone broke into their home. The security system was bypassed by an expert. There are no signs of a struggle on Anders body. Why would someone want to kill him? Lieutenant Eve Dallas and Detective Delia Peabody are assigned to the case. Because of his position in the community and the sensational death it quickly becomes a high profile case. His widow wants answers. So does Dallas. So she starts digging. Friends and relatives are shocked. Anders wasnt that type of person. He was conservative and comfortable. He adored his wife. They were a good couple. The Anders marriage wasnt as it appeared on the surface. In fact Ava Anders had been seeing a Licensed Companion by appointment a couple times a month. The LC is Dallas and Roarkes friend Charles Monroe. She is forced to admit they had an open marriage because his sexual requests were twisted in ways she didnt want to share. She knew there were other women. The deeper they investigate, the more Dallas is sure that Anders murder wasnt an impulse or accident but cold bloodedly planned out. She is even fairly sure she knows who planned it. Now she, Roarke, and Peabody have to figure out how it was carried out. J.D. Robb pulls a classic mystery theme out for Strangers in Death. It is a strong book, well crafted, and sticks true to the characters. While I am completely involved in all the different personal stories throughout the In Death series (this time the focus is on Charles and Louise), the better ones usually are the ones that put the mystery first and the personal second. The threads are there in this novel, and in a good story-telling fashion, the thrown out threads bind together is unanticipated ways. Enjoy both the mystery and the personal stories.

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J D Robb Strangers In Death Eve Dallas and husband Roarke 31 Sin has many - photo 1

J. D. Robb

Strangers In Death

Eve Dallas and husband Roarke #31

Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES

One cannot be in two places at once.

SEVENTEENTH-CENTURY PROVERB

1

MURDER HARBORED NO BIGOTRY, NO BIAS. IT subscribed to no class system. In its gleeful, deadly, and terminally judicious way, murder turned a blind eye on race, creed, gender, and social stratum. As Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood in the sumptuous bedroom of the recently departed Thomas A. Anders, she considered that.

Only the night before shed caught-and closed-a case dealing with the homicide of a twenty-year-old woman whod been throttled, beaten, then chucked out the window of her nine-story flop.

The rent-by-the-week flop, Eve mused, where the victims boyfriend claimed to have slept through her demise, smelled of stale sex, stale zoner, and really bad Chinese food. Anders? His Park Avenue bedroom smelled of candy-colored tulips, cool, clean wealth, and dead body. Death had come to him on the luxurious sheets of his massive, silk-canopied bed. And to Tisha Brown it had come on the stained mattress tossed on the floor of a junkies flop. The header to the sidewalk had just been the flourish.

The point was, Eve supposed, no matter who you were-sex, race, tax bracket-death leveled it all out. As a murder cop going on a dozen years for the NYPSD, shed seen it all before.

It was barely seven in the morning, and she was alone with the dead. She had the first officers on scene downstairs with the housekeeper whod called in the nine-one-one. With her hands and boots sealed, she walked around the edges of the room while her recorder documented.

Victim is identified as Anders, Thomas Aurelius, of this address. Male, Caucasian, age sixty-one. Vic is married. Spouse is reported to be out of town, and has been notified by Horowitz, Greta, domestic who discovered the body at approximately oh six hundred and placed the nine-one-one at oh six twelve.

Eve cocked her head. Her hair was a short, somewhat shaggy brown around a face of angles and planes. Her eyes, a few shades lighter than her hair, were all cop-sharp, cynical, and cool as they studied the dead man in the big, fancy bed.

Anders was reputed to be alone in the house. There are two domestic droids, both of which were shut down. On cursory exam, there are no signs of forced entry, no signs of burglary, no signs of struggle.

On long legs, she crossed to the bed. Over her lean body she wore rough trousers, a plain cotton shirt, and a long coat of black leather. Behind her, over a gas fireplace where flames simmered gold and red, the view screen popped on.

Good morning, Mr. Anders!

Narrow-eyed, Eve turned to stare at the screen. The computerized female voice struck her as annoyingly perky, and the sunrise colors bleeding onto the screen wouldnt have been her choice of wake-up call.

Its now seven-fifteen on Tuesday, March eighteenth, twenty-sixty. You have a ten oclock tee time at the club, with Edmond Luce.

As the computer chirpily reminded Anders what hed ordered for breakfast, Eve thought: No egg-white omelette for you this morning, Tom.

Across the room in an ornate sitting area, a miniAutoChef with bright brass fittings beeped twice.

Your coffees ready! Enjoy your day!

Not so much, Eve murmured.

The screen flipped to the mornings headline news, anchored by a woman only slightly less perky than the computer. Eve tuned her out.

The headboard gleamed brass, too-all of its sleek, shiny rungs. Black velvet ropes tied Anderss wrists to two of them, while two more ropes bound his ankles by a length to the footboard. The four matching ropes were joined by the fifth that wrapped around Anderss throat, pulling his head off the pillows. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open as if he was very surprised to find himself in his current position.

Several sex toys sat on the table beside the bed. Anal probe, vibrator, colorful cock rings, gliding and warming lotions, and lubricants. The usual suspects, Eve thought. Leaning down, she studied, sniffed Anderss thin, bare chest. Kiwi, she thought, and angled her head to read labels on the lotions.

Definitely the kiwi. It took all kinds.

As shed noticed something else, she lifted the duvet from where it pooled at Anderss waist. Under it, three neon (possibly glow-in-the-dark) cock rings rode on an impressive erection.

Not bad for a dead man.

Eve eased open the drawer in the nightstand. Inside, as shed suspected, was an economy pack of the top-selling erection enhancer, Stay-Up. Hell of a product endorsement.

She started to open her field kit, then stopped when she heard approaching footsteps. She recognized the clomp of boots as her partners shit-kickers. Whatever the calendar said about the approach of spring, in New York that was a big, fat lie. As if to prove the point, Detective Delia Peabody stepped through the door in an enormous-and puffy-purple coat, with a long, striped scarf that appeared to be wrapped around her neck three times. Between that and the cap pulled over her ears, only her eyes and the bridge of her nose were visible.

Its freaking five degrees, somebody who might have been Peabody said against the muffle of scarf.

I know.

With the windchill, they said its, like, freaking minus ten.

I heard that.

Its freaking March, three days before spring. Its not right.

Take it up with them.

Who?

The they who have to go mouthing off about it being freaking minus ten. Youre colder and pissier because they have to blabber about it. Take some of that shit off. You look ridiculous.

Even my teeth are frozen.

But Peabody began to peel off the multiple layers covering her sturdy body. Scarf, coat, gloves, insulated zippy. Eve wondered how the hell she managed to walk with all of it weighing her down. With the hat discarded, Peabody s dark hair with its sassy little flip at the nape appeared to frame her square face. She still sported a pink-from-cold-tipped nose.

Cop on the door said it looked like sex games gone bad.

Could be. Wifes out of town.

Bad boy. Down to her street clothes, sealed up, Peabody carted her field kit to the bed. Scanned the nightstand. Very bad boy.

Lets verify ID, get TOD. Eve examined one of the limp hands. Looks like he had a nice manicure recently. Nails are short, clean, and buffed. She angled her head. No scratches, no bruises, no apparent trauma other than the throat. And She lifted the duvet again.

Peabody s dark brown eyes popped. Wowzer!

Yeah, fully loaded. Place like this has to have good security, so well check that. Two domestic droids-well check their replay. Take a look at his house links, pocket links, memo, date, address books. Tom had company. He didnt hoist himself up like this.

Cherchez la femme. Its French for-

I know its French. We could also be cherchezing thewhatever guy is in French.

Oh. Yeah.

Finish with the body, Eve ordered. Ill take the room.

It was a hell of a room, if you went for a lot of gold accent, shiny bits, curlicues. Besides the big bed in which Anders had apparently died, a sofa, a couple of oversized scoop chairs, and a full-service sleep chair offered other places to stretch out. In addition to the AutoChef, the bedroom boasted a brass friggie, a wet bar, and an entertainment unit. The his and hers bathrooms both held jet tubs, showers, drying tubes, entertainment and communication centers within their impressive acreage. The space continued with two tri-level closets with attached dressing areas.

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