Random in Death (In Death, #58)

by J.D. Robb

She paid the ridiculous parking fee. “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.

“I don’t know how anyone gets over burying their child.” “They don’t. They just get through it.”