MEMORY IN DEATH
Chapter One
I DEATH WAS NOT TAKING A HOLIDAY. NEW YORK
may have been decked out in its glitter and glamour,
madly festooned in December of 2059, but Santa Claus
was dead. And a couple of his elves weren't looking so good.
Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood on the sidewalk with the insanity
of Times Square screaming around her and studied what was left of
St. Nick. A couple of kids, still young enough to believe that a fat guy
in a red suit would wiggle down the chimney to bring them presents
instead of murdering them in their sleep, were shrieking at a decibel
designed to puncture eardrums. She wondered why whoever was in
charge of them didn't haul them away.
Not her job, she thought. Thank God. She preferred the bloody
mess at her feet.
She looked up, way up. Dropped down from the thirty-sixth floor of
the Broadway View Hotel. So the first officer on-scene had reported.
Shouting, "Ho, ho, ho"-according to witnesses-until he'd gone
splat, and had taken out some hapless son of a bitch who'd been
strolling through the endless party.
The task of separating the two smashed bodies w ... read full excerpt from: Memory in Death ebook
