Random in Death (In Death, #58)

by J.D. Robb

“I need a cash machine.” “It looked like you had plenty.” “It’s Roarke’s.” “Isn’t most of the cash in all the world Roarke’s?” “Sure seems like it,” Eve muttered.

“You took that from me. I’ll kill you for it one day.” “If I had a dollar for every time some schmuck says that to me, I’d have a bunch of million dollars. You, Peabody?” “Maybe about half a million. You’ve been on the job longer, and it adds up.”