Framed in Death (In Death, #61)

by J.D. Robb

September night in 2061.

The positive wobbled, nearly dropped with a thud when she faced the dense forest of The Closet.

thought to meet you at Central.” “Why? When?” “Eve.” He shook his head as he removed the dome on—yay!—pancakes. “It’s the official move-in. The Great House Project is finished. We’re to have dinner there tonight.”

whale-watching gig.” She got behind the wheel. “What if the whale objects to being watched? He’s going to be bigger than the boat, because whale. So, if he’s feeling pissy, he could be: ‘Watch this, assholes.’ Then he rams the boat and people are splashing around in the water. Screams fill the air. Then glug-glug, all because they’re going out there on some boat playing Peeping Tom on a whale.”

“Ms. Young? Thank you.” When Carmen shook her head, Eve pressed on. “You were the last on my list, and the only one who’s shown compassion, who’s willing to make the effort. Leesa’s my responsibility now. It’s my job to find out who took her life, to bring her justice. It’s my duty to stand for her. You didn’t know her, but you’re willing to stand for her, too.”