Devoted in Death (In Death, #41)

by J.D. Robb

“I’m glad to be of any help. Can you tell me, Lieutenant Dallas, why humans kill humans? It doesn’t process.” “It never will,” Eve said.

“There has to be a way to widen this room,” Whitney commented. “I can find it in the budget.” “If it was bigger more people would come into it. Respectfully, sir,” Eve added as she programmed coffee.

Go, Peabody, she thought.

Eve punched her shoulder, a sign of high marks. “Scary Peabody did good.”

She saw the look in his eye when he surged up. “Try to kiss me, Detective, you won’t wake up for a week.” “I gotta kiss somebody. Peabody.” “What?” Exhausted, she glanced over a second before he hauled her out of her chair, tipped her back smooth, and laid a healthy lip-lock on her.