title: Celebrity In Death
author:  J. D. Robb 
description: NYPD lieutenant Eve Dallas doesnt do glitz or glam, but she has no choice when Hollywood director Mason Roundtree and his wife, Connie Burkette, issue an invitation to dine with the cast of The Icove Agenda. Based on one of Eves earlier cases, the movie is just wrapping up production, and everyone wants face time with the real Lieutenant Dallas. Everyone except actress K. T. Harris, who plays the part of Eves partner, Delia Peabody, onscreen but in real life is just as bitchy to Eve as she is to everyone else. So when K. T.s body is found floating in the Roundtree and Burkettes penthouse lap pool, it really isnt that big of a surprise. The real challenge for Eve will be narrowing down her list of suspects since practically everyone at the dinner party had at least one motive for murder. Readers count on Robb to deliver the goods, and her thirty-fourth (!) Eve Dallas book will not disappoint. The plot is cleverly conceived, cinematically riveting, and sexily charming, and Eve is her usual no-nonsense self. --John Charles
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  J. D. Robb
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Glory in Death
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER ONE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied
  them. She dreamed of them. And because that didn't seem to be enough, in some
  deep, secret chamber of her heart, she mourned for them.
  
  
  
  
  
  A decade as a cop had toughened her, given her a cold, clinical, and often
  cynical eye toward death and its many causes. It made scenes such as the one
  she viewed now, on a rainy night on a dark street nasty with litter, almost
  too usual. But still, she felt.
  
  
  
  
  
  Murder no longer shocked, but it continued to repel.
  
  
  
  
  
  The woman had been lovely once. Long trails of her golden hair spread out like
  rays on the dirty sidewalk. Her eyes, wide and still with that distressed
  expression death often left in them, were a deep purple against cheeks
  bloodlessly white and wet with rain.
  
  
  
  
  
  She'd worn an expensive suit, the same rich color as her