She was just an instrument. A weapon. He wanted it to be in that house, inside the house where the cop believed his little girl would always be safe.
A phone call from up high interrupts Eve’s plans to have a lazy day with her roguish husband Roarke: The teenage daughter of Captain Jonah McMasters, head of the NYPD drug squad, has been found raped and strangled. A terrifying video of Deena, bloody and beaten beyond recognition, suggests a link to a criminal in her father’s past, but Eve is getting nowhere – until another murder, and another video, reveals the killer’s deadly intent: merciless retribution in the cruellest way possible. Eve and her team must race against the clock to identify the next victim of a killer who will stop at nothing…
After a couple of extremely dull ‘In Death’ books Kindred in Death brought back the plot lines that are so apt at keeping readers clinging to the pages.
Dallas returns to a truly horrific case in which the daughter of a decorated cop is brutally raped, sodomised and killed in her own home whilst her parents are on vacation. The senselessness of this murder truly hits the reader. The brutalisation of such a young girl on the cusp of womanhood is a crime to shock, disgust and anger the reader as well as every character involved.
Robb/Roberts never flinches away from describing every element of the gore and I admire that. I love that. She doesn’t skirt the issue. Like Eve Dallas, she tells you it all as it is.
The one thing I find that works so well with these books is when the killer is someone who poses a huge challenge for Eve, for her relationships, for the whole Police department. He may not always interact with Eve directly but he touches everything that surrounds her. He can ignite anger, passion, fear and so much more with his actions.
The killer is a psychological challenge and Eve Dallas is his greatest opponent.
Sometimes Robb/Roberts puts in some minor characters that I end up falling in love with. They end up in a book for the maximum of about 4/5 chapters and yet seem so incredibly well rounded. In this case that character was Charity Mimoto, a 90 year old woman who certainly isn’t afraid of kicking ass and taking names. It was so damn refreshing to see an elderly character (and an elderly woman at that) who didn’t have be portrayed as frail or senile. She still had vitality, humour and character. I can honestly see Eve being depicted as something similar when she hits the old end of the age scale.
The only aspect of this book that truly bothered me was Peabody’s involvement in the interrogation scene. Interrogation is Eve’s domain. No one in this series can conduct an interrogation like Eve can (which somehow swells with awesomeness when she teams up with Feeney). Peabody trying to embody the bad cop felt slightly out of place and diminished the effect of what would have otherwise been another classic and brilliantly executed interrogation. Eve has the ability of getting in your face and hitting all the right buttons that get you spewing out your darkest secrets. She does it all with a whole lot of sass and ass kicking.
This was a truly great book and another In Death favourite.