J. D. Robb, JD Robb
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So Eve watched as he did the walk, stop, talk, and in his case, pose for a selfie or sign the evening’s program. Good night, Lieutenant, Detective.” Eve head-gestured to Peabody and started for the stairs. Opal knocked, then opened the right door. “Lieutenant Dallas and Detective Peabody.” “Come in, come in.” Beyer rose from his massive desk in front of a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that made Eve’s stomach want to pitch. For accessory to the theft of the Royal Suite, and for conspiracy in murder for hire of a police officer.