Leverage in Death (In Death, #47)

by J.D. Robb

“Beef of what?” “They didn’t say, and I thought it wiser not to ask.” Peabody took a gulp, coughed a little. “It’s bad, it’s bad. I should’ve gone for the mini berry pies.” “They had mini berry pies and you went for liquid mystery meat?”

Despite the gray sweatshirt, the tousled fluff of blond hair, and the lack of makeup, Reo had the appearance of a delicate Southern belle. Eve had reason to know that appearance masked—often strategically—a sharp mind and steely will. In court, Cher Reo could and did eviscerate a witness on cross without breaking a sweat.

“I checked on the kid, well, the whole family, but I wanted to make sure August was doing okay. He got on the ’link to thank me for taking him to his mom. And he said—I thought you’d like to know—a ninja woman saved him.” “‘Ninja woman.’” Eve let out a snorting laugh. It hurt her bruised chest a little, but it was worth it.