Fantasy in Death

Fantasy in Death

J. D. Robb

Language: English

Pages: 368

ISBN: 0425235890

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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...

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competition, pride of accomplishment?” “Yes, all those areas are vulnerable points. He’s become not only addicted to the game, but may have lived inside it for some time. It’s a more exciting reality, one where he controls all—but stands aloof. He didn’t engage in play with you.” “He’s a coward.” “Yes, but one who believes himself superior. You only won because you cheated. He believes that, too.” “The game was the weapon, he controlled the game. Can we charge him with First Degree on

murdered or arranged to have murdered the friend and partner, which? And why?” “All right.” If nothing else, he thought, it might help him reach some level of objectivity. “First, if one of them did the murder, Cill doesn’t have the muscle for it.” “Well, you might be wrong there. She, like the others, practices martial arts, combat fighting, street defense, weaponry, and so on regularly. In fact, she has a black belt in karate, and she’s working on one in tae kwon do.” “Ah, well. It doesn’t

Roarke’s weapons room. She used the palm plate, keyed in her code, and stepped into a museum of combat. Display after display held what man had used again man, or beast, over centuries. To kill, to defend, for land, for money, for love, for country, for gods. It seemed people could always find some new way to end each other, and some handy excuse for the blood. From ancient sharpened points, to silver swords with jeweled hilts, from crude and clumsy muskets that used powder and ball to rip steel

stop having any concerns about the weather.” Eve shoved her back, struggled to realign her dignity as they stepped out. Var didn’t command the entire floor, but took the west side of it. He went for more muted tones, she concluded. More masculine, and a style she found more restful than that of his other two partners. In furniture, he’d gone sleek leaning toward avant-garde, curved shapes, sharp angles. Order, she mused, a certain style and clean to the point of shining. Unlike Cill he

in ER, had to zap her, but got her back. She’s lucky Doctor Pruit’s on today. She’s the neuro. The head wounds are severe and priority, but the other injuries are considerable. She’s going to be in there awhile.” “Chances?” “I can’t tell you.” “Educated guess.” “She’s lucky she made it in at all. She looks like she’d been thrown off a cliff.” Eve took the nurse’s arm before she could move on. “A fall? Not a beating?” “I can’t tell you. If she beats the odds, she’ll tell you herself.” She

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