Origin In Death
(Sprache: Englisch)
Detective Eve Dallas tracks the cunning, cold-blooded killer of a doctor and his son in this novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series.
A pioneer of modern reconstructive and cosmetic surgery, Dr. Wilfred B. Icove, is found dead...
A pioneer of modern reconstructive and cosmetic surgery, Dr. Wilfred B. Icove, is found dead...
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Detective Eve Dallas tracks the cunning, cold-blooded killer of a doctor and his son in this novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series.A pioneer of modern reconstructive and cosmetic surgery, Dr. Wilfred B. Icove, is found dead in his office murdered in a chillingly efficient manner: one swift stab to the heart. Struck by the immaculate condition of the crime scene, Dallas suspects a professional killing. Security disks show a stunningly beautiful woman calmly entering and leaving the building the doctor s final appointment.
Known as Dr. Perfect, the saintly Icove devoted his life to his family and his work. His record is clean. Too clean for Dallas. She knows he was hiding something and suspects that his son and successor knows what it is. Then, like father, like son, the young Dr. Icove is killed with the same deadly precision.
But who is the mystery woman and what was her relationship with the good doctors? While her husband, Roarke, works behind the scenes, Dallas follows her darkest instincts into the Icoves pasts. What she discovers are men driven to create perfection playing fast and loose with the laws of nature, the limits of science, and the morals of humanity
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Blood is thicker than water.
JOHN RAY
There will be time to murder and create.
T.S. ELIOT
PROLOGUE
DEATH SMILED AT HER, AND KISSED HER GENTLY ON THE cheek. He had nice eyes. She knew they were blue, but not like the blue in her box of crayons. She was allowed to draw with them for one hour every day. She liked coloring best of all.
She could speak three languages, but she was having trouble with the Cantonese. She could draw the figures, and loved to make the lines and shapes. But it was hard for her to see them as words.
She couldn t read very well in any of the languages, and knew the man she and her sisters called Father was concerned.
She forgot things she was supposed to remember, but he never punished her not like others did when he wasn t there. She thought of them as The Others, who helped the father teach her and care for her. But when he wasn t there, and she made a mistake, they did something that hurt her, and made her body jump.
She wasn t allowed to tell the father.
The father was always nice, just like he was now, when he sat beside her, holding her hand.
It was time for another test. She and her sisters took a lot of tests, and sometimes the man she called Father got wrinkles in his forehead, or a sad look in his eyes when she couldn t do all the steps. In some of the tests he had to stick her with a needle, or hook machines to her head. She didn t like those tests very much, but she pretended she was drawing with her crayons until they were over.
She was happy, but sometimes she wished they could go outside instead of pretending to go outside. The hologram programs were fun, and she liked the picnic with the puppy best of all. But whenever she asked if she could have a real puppy, the man she called Father just smiled and said, Some day.
She had to
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study a lot. It was important to learn all that could be learned, and to know how to speak and dress and play music, and discuss everything she d learned or read or seen on-screen during her lessons.
She knew her sisters were smarter, faster, but they never teased her. They were allowed to play together for an hour in the morning and an hour before bed, every day.
That was even better than the picnic with the puppy.
She didn t understand loneliness, or might have known she was lonely.
When Death took her hand, she lay quietly and prepared to do her best.
This will make you feel sleepy, he told her in his kind voice.
He d brought the boy today. She liked when he brought the boy, though it made her feel shy. He was older, and had eyes the same color blue as the man she called Father. He never played with her or her sisters, but she always hoped he would.
Are you comfortable, sweetheart?
Yes, Father. She smiled shyly at the boy who stood beside her bed. Sometimes she pretended the little room where she slept was a chamber, like the ones in the castles she sometimes read about or saw on-screen. And she was the princess of the castle, under a spell. The boy would be the prince who came to save her.
But from what, she wasn t sure.
She hardly felt the needle stick. He was so gentle.
There was a screen in the ceiling over her bed, and today the man she called Father had programmed it with famous paintings. Hoping to please him, she began to name them as they slid on, then off.
Garden at Giverny 1902, Claude Monet. Fleurs et Mains, Pablo Picasso. Figure at a Window, Salvador Da . . . Salvador . . .
Dalí, he prompted.
Dalí. Olive Trees, Victor van Gogh.
Vincent.
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She knew her sisters were smarter, faster, but they never teased her. They were allowed to play together for an hour in the morning and an hour before bed, every day.
That was even better than the picnic with the puppy.
She didn t understand loneliness, or might have known she was lonely.
When Death took her hand, she lay quietly and prepared to do her best.
This will make you feel sleepy, he told her in his kind voice.
He d brought the boy today. She liked when he brought the boy, though it made her feel shy. He was older, and had eyes the same color blue as the man she called Father. He never played with her or her sisters, but she always hoped he would.
Are you comfortable, sweetheart?
Yes, Father. She smiled shyly at the boy who stood beside her bed. Sometimes she pretended the little room where she slept was a chamber, like the ones in the castles she sometimes read about or saw on-screen. And she was the princess of the castle, under a spell. The boy would be the prince who came to save her.
But from what, she wasn t sure.
She hardly felt the needle stick. He was so gentle.
There was a screen in the ceiling over her bed, and today the man she called Father had programmed it with famous paintings. Hoping to please him, she began to name them as they slid on, then off.
Garden at Giverny 1902, Claude Monet. Fleurs et Mains, Pablo Picasso. Figure at a Window, Salvador Da . . . Salvador . . .
Dalí, he prompted.
Dalí. Olive Trees, Victor van Gogh.
Vincent.
I
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Autoren-Porträt von J. D. Robb
J. D. Robb is the pseudonym for a #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the bestselling In Death series. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: J. D. Robb
- 2006, 384 Seiten, Masse: 10,5 x 17,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley Publishing Group
- ISBN-10: 042520426X
- ISBN-13: 9780425204269
- Erscheinungsdatum: 14.07.2011
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
This time she incorporates science fiction elements including the future of cosmetic surgery, cloning, scientific morality and physical mortality into her plot, giving the series a big shot of adrenaline. Publishers WeeklyThe 21st chapter of this amazing series is filled with all the dark drama, intricate character dynamics and fascinating futuristic details that have made these books such winners. The ongoing love story between Eve and Roarke just keeps getting richer, as do the developing relationships of all those in Eve's life. RT Book Reviews
More Praise for the In Death series
Robb is a virtuoso. Seattle Post-Intelligencer
It s Law & Order: SVU in the future. Entertainment Weekly
J. D. Robb s In Death novels are can t-miss pleasures. #1 New York Times bestselling author Harlan Coben
Anchored by terrific characters, sudden twists that spin the whole narrative on a dime, and a thrills-to-chills ration that will raise the neck hairs of even the most jaded reader, the J. D. Robb books are the epitome of great popular fiction. New York Times bestselling author Dennis Lehane
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