Survivor in Death
Chapter One
Murder was always an insult, and had been since the first human hand had smashed a stone into the first human skull.
But the murder, bloody and brutal, of an entire family in their own home, in their own beds, was a different form of
evil.
Eve Dallas, NYPSD Homicide, pondered it as she stood studying Inga Snood, forty-two-year-old female. Domestic,
divorced. Dead.
Blood spatter and the scene itself told her how it must have been. Snood's killer had walked in the door, crossed to
the bed, yanked Snood's head up-probably by the mid-length blonde hair, raked the edge of the blade neatly-left to
right-across her throat, severing the jugular.
Relatively tidy, certainly quick. Probably quiet. It was unlikely the victim had the time to comprehend what was
happening. No defensive wounds, no other trauma, no signs of struggle. Just blood and the dead.
Eve had beaten both her partner and Crime Scene to the house. The nine-one-one had gone to Emergency, relayed to a
black-and-white on neighborhood patrol. The uniforms had called in the homicides, and she'd gotten the tag just before
three in the morning.
She still had the rest of the dead, the rest of the scenes, to study. She stepped back out, glanced at the uni ... read full excerpt from: Survivor in Death ebook
