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Zusatztext “An engrossing! first-rate read.”— Publishers Weekly “Ms. Robb peels one more layer off her intrepid heroine as she begins to come to terms with her bitter past! under the loving influence of her husband! Rorke! one of the most fascinating and compelling men in fiction today! and manages to trap a vicious murderer in the process.”— RT Book Reviews More Praise for the In Death series “Robb is a virtuoso.”— Seattle Post-Intelligencer “It’s Law & Order: SVU —in the future.”— Entertainment Weekly “J. D. Robb’s In Death novels are can’t-miss pleasures.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Harlan Coben “Anchored by terrific characters! sudden twists that spin the whole narrative on a dime! and a thrills-to-chills ration that will raise the neck hairs of even the most jaded reader! the J. D. Robb books are the epitome of great popular fiction.”— New York Times bestselling author Dennis Lehane Informationen zum Autor J. D. Robb is the pseudonym for a #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the bestselling In Death series. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. Klappentext In a future where human nature remains as predictable as death, a killer plays God and puts innocent lives in the palm of his hand in this novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series. With the precision of a surgeon, a serial killer preys on the most vulnerable souls of the world's city streets. The first victim: a sidewalk sleeper, found dead in New York City. No bruises, no signs of struggle. Just a laser-perfect, fist-sized hole where his heart had once been. Lieutenant Eve Dallas is assigned to investigate. But in the heat of a cat-and-mouse game with the killer, Dallas's job is suddenly on the line. Now her hands are tied...between a struggle for justice-and a fight for her career... Table of Contents prologue chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty-one chapter twenty-two All men think all men mortal but themselves. — Edward Young Let us hob-and-nob with Death. —Tennyson prologue In my hands is power. The power to heal or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time to an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre. I am art, I am science. In all the ways that matter, I am God. God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection. Yet even the flawed have purpose. A wise God experiments, considers, uses what comes into His hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn. We who hold power cannot be distracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple men. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear—fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered. I have nearly done so. If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me. When my work is complete, they will worship me. chapter one For some, death wasn’t the enemy. Life was a much less merciful opponent. For the ghosts who drifted through the nights like shadows, the funky-junkies with their pale pink e...
