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386 pages, Hardcover
First published February 26, 2013
"On Manhattan's Upper East Side a woman lies dead at the bottom of the stairs, stripped of all her valuables. Most cops might call it a mugging gone wrong, but Lieutenant Eve Dallas knows better."
“That's a lot of vegetables.
"It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face.
She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?"
"Adorable."
"In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza.
"Vegetables first.”
"Is she involved?"
"I don't think so. She's too much of a moron to have planned any of this, and if she'd paid to have it done, she have bollocksed it up when I was grilling her."
He smiled at her use of his slang."
"Is it for home then, or the party?"
"Fuck it. Let's party."
She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her.
“For him, this is makeup sex. That’s all you get,” she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately butted his head against her calf.
“Just an FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won’t be able to buy me off with bacon.” He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast.
“So noted.”