Judgment in Death Quotes

“Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her.

"With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster."

Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow.

"I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Can you imagine what I wouldn't risk for you? You can't, because there's nothing. There's bloody nothing" - Roarke”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Sit up, and no whining."
"I don't whine."
"Rarely," he agreed. But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Eve: "You already own half the universe"
Roarke: "Why settle for half when you can have all?”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Life has very little even ground.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“She woke to sunlight and the scent of coffee. The first thing she saw was Roarke, with a mug of coffee in his hand.
"how much would you pay for this?"
"Name your price." she sat up took it from him, drank gratefully. "this is one of my favorite parts of the marriage deal." She let the caffeine flow through her system. "I mean the sex is pretty good, but the coffee...the Cofee is amazing. And you're all-round handy yourself most of the time.. thanks."
"Don't mention it.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“I won't say I'm sorry." He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. "I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more."

He drew her into his arms. She pressed her face to his shoulder and held on. "I've been so messed up."

"So have I." He brushed his lips over her hair, felt his world balance again. "I've missed you, Eve."

"I won't let the job screw this up."

"It doesn't. We manage that on our own." He drew her back, touched his lips gently to hers. "But it keeps things lively, doesn't it?"

She sighed, stepped back. "It's gone."

"What is?"

"I've had this low-grade headache for a couple of days. It's gone. I guess you were my headache."

"Darling. That's so sweet.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Well, as we were saying when last we met—"

"I don't have to say dick to you without my lawyer."

"Did I ask you to say dick? Peabody, replay the record and verify that I at no time requested that the subject say dick.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“You and Roarke have a different couple dynamic.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Well.” Peabody slid her eyes over to Eve’s profile. “That was a nice way of saying neither one of you would let the other get away with holding back. Something’s going on with one of you, the other sniffs it out and hammers away until it’s all out there. You’re both nosy, and just mean enough not to let the other one slide by.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Gee, Vernon, now you're scaring me. Not the union rep." She gave a deliberate shudder.
"You won't be so smart when you're hit with a lawsuit, and I start bleeding that rich husband you hooked."
"My God, Peabody, a lawsuit. I feel faint."
"Don't worry, Lieutenant, I'll catch you.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“I love you, Eve. Nothing changes that, nothing could. But Christ, you piss me off.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“My office . . .” Eve checked her wrist unit, calculated time. “Ten-thirty, sharp.” She would finish with Feeney, zip down to Lewis’s hearing, and back to Central. “You get what I’ve got to give, before any scheduled press conference, in a one-on-one.” “And for this, I have to kill who?” “We won’t take it quite that far. I want a story planted . . . leaked, let’s say. From an unnamed police source. You scare easy, Nadine?” “Hey, I dated a dentist. Nothing scares me.” “Well, you’re going to want to cover your pretty ass anyway. The leak’s going to involve Max Ricker.” “Jesus Christ, Dallas. Let’s get married. What have you got on him? Is it confirmed? What’s that I smell? Hey, I think it’s an Emmy, or no, no, it’s a Pulitzer.” “Slow down. Ten-thirty, sharp, Nadine. And if I hear anything about this before then, deal’s off, and I fry your ass.” “My pretty ass,” Nadine reminded her. “I’ll be there.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“You fit, you know, you and Dallas. Christ, the two of you fit.” They did, yes, Roarke thought when the door closed. But the fit wasn’t always comfortable.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“Roth blinked, then nodded slowly. “I hate making them. I haven’t gotten where I am on the job by indulging my temper or apologizing for it. Neither, I imagine, have you. Women are still more closely scrutinized in the department and more strictly judged.” “That may be true, Captain. I don’t let it concern me.” “Then you’re a better woman than I, Dallas, or a great deal less ambitious. Because it burns the living hell out of me.” She inhaled, hissed the breath out through her teeth. “My coming at you as I have has been an emotional reaction, an indulgence again, that was both inappropriate and ill-advised. I’m going to tell you that I overreacted to Kohli’s death because I liked him, very much. I believe I overreacted to Mills because I disliked him. Very much.” She glanced back at the car. “He was a son of a bitch, a mean-spirited man who made no secret that, in his opinion, women should be having babies, cooking pies, and not wearing a badge. He disliked blacks, Jews, Asians . . . hell, he disliked everyone who wasn’t just what he was: an overfed white male. But he was my cop, and I want whoever opened him up that way.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

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― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“The vices of authority are chiefly four: delays, corruption, roughness and facility. Francis Bacon More”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death