title: Treachery in Death
author:  J. D. Robb 
description: Starred Review. Lt. Eve Dallas and her squad take on corrupt cops in Robb's 33rd full-length novel featuring the New York Police and Security Dept. homicide detective (after Indulgence in Death), a fast-paced, intricate, and deadly dance of well-matched opponents. When Dallas's partner, Det. Delia Peabody, overhears an angry exchange between Lt. Rene Oberman and Det. William Garnet that reveals an unlawful killing and ongoing skimming, Dallas's reaction to this news is decisive: "the blue line breaks for wrong cops." The setting may be slightly futuristic, but the procedures are familiar: Dallas puts together a solid team that meets in her home to avoid leaks as they compile evidence. At the same time, she initiates confrontations with the dangerous Oberman, whom she begins pushing toward a trap. From this pure good guys versus bad guys scenario, Robb (aka Nora Roberts) wrings plenty of exciting strokes and counterstrokes before reaching the satisfying climax. (Feb.) <br />(c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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  > In Death [21]  
  > J. D. Robb  
  > Penguin (2004)  
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  > Rating: | ★★★★☆  
  > Tags: | Mystery & Detective  
    
  # Prologue
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  Killing was too good for him.  
  
  Death was an end, even a release. He'd go to hell, there was no question in
  her mind, and there he would suffer eternal torment. She wanted that for
  him—eventually. But for the time being, she wanted him to suffer where she
  could watch.  
  
  Lying, cheating son of a bitch! She wanted him to snivel and beg and plead and
  slither on his belly like the gutter rat he was. She wanted him to bleed from
  the ears, to scream like a girl. She wanted to twist his adulterous dick into
  knots while he shrieked for the mercy she'd never give.  
  
  She wanted to pound her fists into his beautiful liar's face until it was a
  pulpy, pustulated mass of blood and bone.  
  
  Then and only then, the dickless, faceless bastard could die. A slow,
  withering, agonizing death.  
  
  Nobody, nobody cheated on Reva 