Visions in Death (In Death, #19)

by J.D. Robb

“When people talk about Roarke’s cop over their cocktails and canapés, they say she’s a little scary, a little mean, and very relentless. Would that be a fair description?” “Close enough.” “Good. Good.” Deann held out her hand, took Eve’s firmly. “Because you’re my cop now, too.”

Wow. Cool.

“I don’t know what I did before you were my fashion consultant,” she told him. “I do, but I don’t like to think about it.”

🤭😂🤣

“Lieutenant, your friends say the same.

True 😂

“You’re earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this event down on my calendar.”

🤣🤣🤣

He was grinning, a mad grin that all but burst through the thick layers of sealant he wore. “Why don’t I help you with that?” So saying, he took the scalpel from his pocket and set to work.

Jesus. The guy is completely bonkers

“Hmm.” He smiled and continued to work on Celina’s bedside ’link. “It appears I’ve disobeyed, once again. I expect to be roundly punished at the first opportunity.”

🤣🤣🤣

“You and McNab have a sick, sick relationship.” “We do.” Peabody beamed. “It makes us very happy.”

😂😂

“The sunshades, Dallas. He’s got a thing for eyes.”

“When can I drive the new ride?” “When you learn that a yellow light means haul ass to get through it before it turns red instead of slowing down to a crawl a half a block away.”

😂😂

“Jesus, Berenski, are you twelve?” “Hey, maybe the program’s evidence from a crime scene.” “Yeah, one where several adolescent boys masturbated to death.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

“People tend to get cross when someone threatens to pull their brains out of their nostrils.”