Conspiracy in Death Quotes

“Eve: "Keep your mind off sex"
Roake: "Why? It's so happy there.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. "Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear. She looks very bad."

"Where is she?"

"She's heading up. Roarke, I insulted her and...she apologized to me. Something must be done.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“You're almost as good as Peabody."

He stopped at the door, grabbed her up in a steaming kiss. "You can't get that from Peabody."

"I could if I wanted." But it made her grin as he uncoded the locks. "But I like you better for sex.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Eve talking to someone on her computer and having trouble with the language translator.
...."I have two like crimes. Your data and your input on Leclerk would be very helpful"

Marie pursed her lips and humor danced in her eyes.
"It says you would like to have sex with me. I don't think that is correct"

"Oh, for Christ sake" Eve slammed a fist against the machine.....”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“God is dead and I am his replacement.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Didn't you have some big deal last night?" Peabody asked her.

"Yeah, in East Washington. Roarke had this dinner / dance thing for some fancy charity. Save the moles or something. Enough food to feed every sidewalk sleeper on the Lower East Side for a year."

"Gee, that's tough on you. I bet you had to get all dressed up in some beautiful gown, shuttle down on Roarke's private transpo, and choke down champagne."

Eve only lifted a brow at Peabody's dust-dry tone. "Yeah, that's about it." They both knew the glamorous side of Eve's life since Roarke had come into it was both a puzzlement and a frustration to her. "And then I had to dance with Roarke. A lot."

"Was he wearing a tux?" Peabody had seen Roarke in a tux. The image of it was etched in her mind like acid on glass.

"Oh yeah." Until, Eve mused, they'd gotten home and she'd ripped it off of him. He looked every bit as good out of a tux as in one.

"Man." Peabody closed her eyes, indulged herself with a visualization technique she'd learned at her Free-Ager parents' knees. "Man," she repeated.

"You know, a lot of women would get pissed off at having their husband star in their aide's purient little fantasies."

"But you're bigger than that, Lieutenant. I like that about you.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“She thought she'd get out clean, but the foyer monitor blinked on as she reached for her jacket. "Going somewhere, Lieutenant?"

"Jesus, Roarke, why not just knock me over the head with a blunt instrument. Keeping tabs on me?"

"As often as possible. Wear your coat if you're going out. That jacket isn't warm enough for this weather."

"I'm just going into Central for a couple of hours."

"Wear the coat," he repeated, "and the gloves in the pocket. I'm sending one of the four-wheels around."

She opened her mouth, but he'd already vanished. "Nag, nag, nag," she muttered, then nearly jolted when he swam back on-screen.

"I love you, too," he said easily, and she heard his chuckle as the image faded again.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“I'm driving."

Roarke's hand paused as it reached for the car door, and his brow winged up. "It's my car."

"It's my deal."

They studied each other a minute, crowded together at the driver's side door. "Why are you driving?"

"Because." Vaguely embarrassed, she dug her hands in her pockets. "Don't smirk."

"I'll try to resist. Why?"

"Because," she said again, "I drive when I'm on a case, so if I drive, it'll feel like -- it'll feel official instead of criminal."

"I see. Well, that makes perfect sense. You drive."

She started to climb in while he circled around to the passenger side. "Are you smirking behind my back?"

"Yes, of course." He sat, stretched out his legs. "Now, to make it really official, I should have a uniform. I'll go that far, but I refuse to wear those amazingly ugly cop shoes."

"You're a real joker," she muttered and jerked the car into reverse, did a quick, squealing spin, and shot out of the garage.

"Too bad this vehicle doesn't have a siren. But we can pretend nothing works on it, so you'll feel official."

"Keep it up. Just keep it up."

"Maybe I'll call you sir. Could be sexy." He smiled blandly when she glared at him. "Okay, I'm done. How do you want to play this?”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“What you have with her will save her. Just as it saved you.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“I've got data incoming. Do you want me to transfer it to my portable unit?"

"No, you stay here, finish the runs. I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. When you're done with this, I want you to go find a hammer."

Peabody had taken out her memo book, nearly plugged in the order, when she stopped, frowned up at Eve. "Sir? A hammer?"

"That's right. A really big, heavy hammer. Then you take it into my office and beat that fucking useless excuse for a data spitter on my desk to dust."

"Ah." Because she was a wise woman, Peabody cleared her throat rather than loosen the chuckle. "As an alternate to that action, Lieutenant, I could call maintenance.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“In my hands is power. The power to hear or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre.
I an art, I am science. In all ways that matter, I am God.
God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection.
Yet even the flawed have purpose.
A wise God experiment, considers, uses what comes into his hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn.
We who hold power cannot be detracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple man. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered.
I have nearly done so.
If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me.
When my work is complete, they will worship me.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Roarke: "Pull yourself together, Eve."
He was already in a business suit, his hair shining and sleek...
Eve: "How come you already are?"
Roarke: "Because staying in bed half the morning unless sex is involved is a waste of time. Since you didn't appear to be cooperative in that area, I started my day with coffee instead”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“You know, a lot of women would get pissed off at having their husband star in their aide’s purient little fantasies.” “But you’re bigger than that, Lieutenant. I like that about you.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Two different primaries," she continued, striding around the office. "Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago -- old videos of the Three Boobs?"
"I think that's Stooges," Roarke remarked.
"What?"
He glanced up, focused fully on her, and smiled at the absolute baffled fury on her face. "Stooges, darling. The Three Stooges."
"What's the difference, they're still incompetent knot-heads.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“This piece of shit just propositioned the French detective. What's wrong with my translation program?''
''Let me have a shot.'' Peabody came around the desk, began to fiddle as she studied the monitor. ''She's very attractive. Let's not blame the computer for trying.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Well, if you're going to let some geek beat your ass, I guess I need another partner.

He sat back, eyes narrowed, and looked, she thought, amazingly sexy sitting bare-chested at the controls with a scowl on his magnificent face. "What is that expression you're so fond of? Ah yes, bite me.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“I've seen her face death, her own and others'. I've seen her face the misery and fears of her past and the shadows that cover pieces of it. I've seen her terrified of her own feelings. But she stood. She gathered herself and stood up to it. And this, this departmental procedure, has destroyed her.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Roarke made some notations on the fax—a”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“The rage worked under her cheer. It was always there, whispering to her. But she could control it. She’d controlled it for years. Because she was smart, smarter than all of them.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Computer engaged. How may I assist you?
As it was the same husky female voice he’d installed in her home unit, Eve
felt obliged to give him a baleful stare. “Who the hell is this?”
“You don’t recognize it, do you?”
“Should I?”
“It’s you, darling. After sex.”
“Get out.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“This was her team,
squabbling like a couple of five-year-olds while Mom was away.
God help her.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“International Resource Center on Criminal Activity,”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“His curses delivered in a low, vicious voice, became steadily more inventive. And, she observed with some fascination, more Irish.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Don't make me feel like you don't need me. ~ Mavis”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“There are some who believe that without a level of quality, life is only pain.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“every degree of despair and hope that slithered its way across the littered street to crawl over her skin.”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“with an attitude had”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death

“Turning on her heel, Eve”
― J.D. Robb, Conspiracy in Death