“It’s my job to find him, to stand for her and bring her killer to justice. She deserved a few punches in the face, and some years in a cage. She didn’t deserve to bleed out on the floor of a bar.”
I normally enjoy a good mystery but maybe I just wasn’t as much in the mood this time. There’s often repeated parts in this series: jokes, one-liners, and personality traits but this time they seemed even more repetitive.
Rourke was wonderful and he was particularly charming in this one. I also liked that he made some discoveries about Summerset that just cemented their devotion as family even more. Eve has been a lot more grounded in the more recent books, which has been nice. She’s really come to terms with her past and how it’s affected her present. She has less nightmares, she can handle cases that are similar to her experience, and she’s begun to accept what she did as a children trying to survive. I did love Rourke, who is charming and sexy as always but Eve felt a bit one-dimensional this time around.
I haven’t really been enjoying Peabody lately. Maybe I don’t remember it correctly (there’s been 45 of these books after all) but I don’t remember her being so girly and silly in the earlier books. She’s dangerously close to becoming a caricature instead of an interesting cop that we’ve seen grown into a great detective.
I would have liked more diversity in the blackmail victims. Without giving anything away, the victims Eve spoke with were all pretty innocent in the grand scheme of things. There should have been some “victims” that had truly done something wrong and were trying to hide a crime that wouldn’t fall on the side of self-defense.
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In Death #45 • Suspense • St. Martin’s Press • September 5, 2017
The chic Manhattan nightspot Du Vin is not the kind of place Eve Dallas would usually patronize, and it’s not the kind of bar where a lot of blood gets spilled. But that’s exactly what happens one cold February evening.
The mortally wounded woman is Larinda Mars, a self-described “social information reporter,” or as most people would call it, a professional gossip. As it turns out, she was keeping the most shocking stories quiet, for profitable use in her side business as a blackmailer. Setting her sights on rich, prominent marks, she’d find out what they most wanted to keep hidden and then bleed them dry. Now someone’s done the same to her, literally—with a knife to the brachial artery.
Eve didn’t like Larinda Mars. But she likes murder even less. To find justice for this victim, she’ll have to plunge into the dirty little secrets of all the people Larinda Mars victimized herself. But along the way, she may be exposed to some information she really didn’t want to know.