Visions in Death (In Death, #19)

by J.D. Robb

“I’m late,” she snapped before Summerset could speak. “But here’s the thing, I’m not always late, but you’re always ugly. Who’s got the real problem?”

“You force me to point out that you drive offensively rather than de-fensively.”

“I expect you to go through the door with me, without hesitation. And I know you will, without hesitation. I expect you to stand with me, to walk through the blood, to handle the shit, and to put your personal safety and comfort second to the job. I know you will, not only because it’s who you are but because, by God, I trained you.”

“We’re partners. You’ve got to trust your partner. I’m rank, and I expect her to follow an order without hesitation. And I know she will, and that my rank isn’t why she will.”

not your father figure,” he said and watched her reach quickly for her water glass.

“I know what it is to have the one you love, the only one, hurt. There’s a war in your belly, and your heart’s so heavy it doesn’t seem as if your body can hold it. This kind of fear doesn’t have a name. You can only wait with it. And let us help.”

Roarke came out with McNab, with Feeney and Charles. The first circle, Eve supposed, of all those spreading ripples.

“Do monkeys screw in the jungle?”