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A review by christyduke_5117
Abandoned in Death by J.D. Robb
5.0
JD Robb can write some seriously creepy motherfu*kers! I have to admit that the back and forth between now and when this kid’s life hit the skids is interesting and not really something I remember this author doing.
”She tagged Morris next.
He didn’t bother to block video, so in the dim light she saw him sit up in bed. The sheet, snowy white, covered—barely—anatomical parts she had no business seeing.
His sleepy eyes blinked once before he shook back his long, loose hair. “Who started off the day dead?”
“Not sure yet, on my way to find out. But the DB’s female, and the area indicates she’s going to connect to Elder. It’s him, Morris. I need you to take her.”
“I’ll be waiting for her. Give me the address, and I’ll arrange for her transportation when you’ve finished your on-scene.”
“Appreciate it. Sorry to call you in so early.”
“Dead cops, dead docs. Time means nothing to us.”
Since he started to toss the sheet back, she signed off quickly. “Dallas out.”
She programmed coffee for both of them as Roarke sped through the city.
“I saw Jake Kincade’s bare ass.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Not on purpose. When Nadine was on tour, I tagged her—and it was that earth-rotation deal wherever she was, so she’s in bed. With him. It was when I wanted her to dig on that asshole from Oklahoma—Quirk’s battering bastard of an ex. So she doesn’t block video, and Jake just gets out of bed, and there’s his bare ass as he walks off-screen.”
“All right.”
“It’s a damn good ass, okay, but … And here’s Morris. Doesn’t block video and he’s clearly naked in bed. And his works are under the sheet he’s about to toss off. It’s not like he’s a flasher perv, he—like Jake—just doesn’t think a thing of the naked parts.”
Roarke reached over to give her hand a squeeze. “I love the things you find to be a prude over.”
“I’m not pruding. I mean, Morris has a tat of the Grim Reaper guy on his upper thigh. Should I have that information? Never mind.”
OMG, Dallas cracks me up!
I do hate it when I guess the murderer long before they’re revealed. I guess it’s not so much poor writing as it is more I’ve read all of these books and, well, I think the subconscious can pick up on things. Either that or I am a genius. NOT.
”She tagged Morris next.
He didn’t bother to block video, so in the dim light she saw him sit up in bed. The sheet, snowy white, covered—barely—anatomical parts she had no business seeing.
His sleepy eyes blinked once before he shook back his long, loose hair. “Who started off the day dead?”
“Not sure yet, on my way to find out. But the DB’s female, and the area indicates she’s going to connect to Elder. It’s him, Morris. I need you to take her.”
“I’ll be waiting for her. Give me the address, and I’ll arrange for her transportation when you’ve finished your on-scene.”
“Appreciate it. Sorry to call you in so early.”
“Dead cops, dead docs. Time means nothing to us.”
Since he started to toss the sheet back, she signed off quickly. “Dallas out.”
She programmed coffee for both of them as Roarke sped through the city.
“I saw Jake Kincade’s bare ass.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Not on purpose. When Nadine was on tour, I tagged her—and it was that earth-rotation deal wherever she was, so she’s in bed. With him. It was when I wanted her to dig on that asshole from Oklahoma—Quirk’s battering bastard of an ex. So she doesn’t block video, and Jake just gets out of bed, and there’s his bare ass as he walks off-screen.”
“All right.”
“It’s a damn good ass, okay, but … And here’s Morris. Doesn’t block video and he’s clearly naked in bed. And his works are under the sheet he’s about to toss off. It’s not like he’s a flasher perv, he—like Jake—just doesn’t think a thing of the naked parts.”
Roarke reached over to give her hand a squeeze. “I love the things you find to be a prude over.”
“I’m not pruding. I mean, Morris has a tat of the Grim Reaper guy on his upper thigh. Should I have that information? Never mind.”
OMG, Dallas cracks me up!
I do hate it when I guess the murderer long before they’re revealed. I guess it’s not so much poor writing as it is more I’ve read all of these books and, well, I think the subconscious can pick up on things. Either that or I am a genius. NOT.