Three young women have been brutally murdered. After 10 years on the New York City police force, Lieutenant Eve Dallas knows better than to become emotionally involved with her work. But the prime suspect is a suave, sophisticated Irish billionaire with a mysterious past and she finds herself powerless to resist his charm.

"Lt. Eve Dallas is just home from a long overdue vacation when she responds to a call of an unattended death. The victim is Martin Greenleaf, retired captain, Internal Affairs Bureau. At first glance, the scene appears to be suicide, but the closer Eve examines the body, the more suspicious she becomes. An unlocked open window, a loving wife and family, a too-perfect suicide note--Eve's gut says it's a homicide. After all, Greenleaf put a lot of dirty...

On one of the city's hottest nights, New York Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas is sent to Central Park. The victim is found on the rocks, just above the still, dark water of The Lake in Central Park, around her neck is a single red ribbon. Her hands are posed, as if in prayer, but it is the eyes -removed with such precision, as if done by the careful hand of a surgeon - that have Dallas most alarmed. Against her instincts, she accepts help from a psychic...

"Leading the demolition of a long-empty New York building that once housed a makeshift shelter for troubled teenagers, Lieutenant Eve Dallas?s husband uncovers two skeletons wrapped in plastic. And by the time Eve?s done with the crime scene, there are twelve murders to be solved. The victims are all young girls. A tattooed tough girl who dealt in illegal drugs. The runaway daughter of a pair of well-to-do doctors. They all had their stories. And...

In an uptown strip joint, a cop is found bludgeoned to death. The weapon's a baseball bat. The motive's a mystery. It's a case of serious overkill that pushes police lieutenant Eve Dallas straight into overdrive.

A bizarre murder mystery in which the world of virtual reality games may cause the mind to become the weapon of its own destruction.

Peabody, Eve, and her husband Roarke are trying to get the hard evidence they need to bring two dirty cops down -- knowing all the while that the two are willing to kill to keep their secret.

"It was a stab in the dark. On a chilly February night, during a screening of Psycho in midtown, someone sunk an ice pick into the back of Chanel Rylan's neck, then disappeared quietly into the crowds of drunks and tourists in Times Square. To Chanel's best friend, who had just slipped out of the theater for a moment to take a call, it felt as unreal as the ancient black-and-white movie up on the screen. But Chanel's blood ran red, and her death was...

When a pair of young lovers, employees of a prestigious accounting firm, are brutally murdered, mid-twenty-first-century lieutenant Eve Dallas finds the case complicated by the suspicious disappearance of a pregnant woman.

"Dante had been courting his victim in cyberspace for weeks before meeting her in person. A few sips of wine and a few hours later, she was dead. The murder weapon; a rare, usually undetectable date-rape drug with the street value of a quarter of a million dollars."--Inside cover