Naked in Death (In Death, #1)

by J.D. Robb

There he was, a figure in black surrounded by eons of violence. Inside the cop’s skin, the woman’s heart stuttered.

You know, I’ve spent most of my life with a basic dislike of police—for one reason or another. I find it very odd that I’ve met, under such extraordinary circumstances, one I can respect and be attracted to at the same time.”

“Am I a good cop, Feeney?” “You’re the best I ever worked with. That’s why—” She held up a hand. “What makes a good cop?” He sighed. “Brains, guts, patience, nerve, instinct.”

“A very interesting and important point. I’m every bit as much in your hands as you are in mine. Every bit as uncomfortable, though perhaps not as resistant, to finding myself in that position. I’m not going to let you walk away until we’ve figured out what to do about it.”

Two lost souls. We’ve both turned away from something and made ourselves something else. It’s hardly a wonder that fate decided to throw a curve into what had been, for both of us, a straight path. We have to decide how far we want to follow the curve.”

“The more things change . . .” “Yes, the more they remain the same.

“He’s afraid of you,” Catherine whispered. “He’s afraid of you. I could tell. He’s afraid of women. That’s why he hurts them.