Framed in Death (In Death, #61)

by J.D. Robb

“Making a jacket?” “A leather jacket. In my abso-mag-to-the-ult craft room. I just have to decide on the color.” “If you make yourself a pink leather jacket, you’ll leave me no choice. I’ll have to kill you, but I can make sure you’re buried in it.”

But look! Aw, somebody painted a rainbow on the wall here.” “What’s at the end of that rainbow, Peabody?” Peabody took a closer look. “It’s a big pile of shit. Well, if you ignore that, the rainbow’s pretty.” “No one ignores a big pile of shit, Peabody. No one.”

“All right, you’ve had your pizza bonus. Now take a seat, cut the chatter. Here’s how ten cops and one civilian consultant are going to take down one rich mama’s boy murdering son of a bitch and keep his target—should he have one—safe.