It is 2058, New York City. In a world where technology can reveal the darkest of secrets, there's only one place to hide a crime of passion-in the heart. Even in the mid-twenty-first century, during a time when genetic testing usually weeds out any violent hereditary traits before they can take over, murder still happens. The first victim is found lying on a sidewalk in the rain. The second is murdered in her own apartment building. Police Lieutenant...

Eve Dallas, police woman of the future, is forced to arrest her best friend Mavis for murder when all clues point to Mavis as the killer of her lover's old girlfriend.

Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas faces a serial killer who is murdering according to the twelve days of Christmas, but the only link between the victims is Personally Yours, an exclusive, upscale dating service.

An unknown bomber is stalking New York City. He is sending Eve Dallas taunting letters promising to wreak mass terror and destruction among the "corrupt masses." And when his cruel web of deceit and destruction threatens those she cares for most, Even fights back. It's her city ... it's her job ... and it's hitting too close to home. Now, in a race against a ticking clock, Eve must make the pieces fit -- before the city falls.

"The opening night of the revival of Agatha Christie's 'Witness for the Prosecution' at New York’s New Globe Theater turns from stage scene to crime scene when the leading man is stabbed to death right on center stage. Now Eve Dallas has a high-profile celebrity homicide on her hands. Not only is she lead detective, she’s also a witness—and when the press discovers that her husband owns the theater, there’s more media spotlight than either...

"Dante had been courting his victim in cyberspace for weeks before meeting her in person. A few sips of wine and a few hours later, she was dead. The murder weapon; a rare, usually undetectable date-rape drug with the street value of a quarter of a million dollars."--Inside cover.

Walter Pettibone, who has been given a surprise birthday party, takes a glass of champagne from a woman with emerald eyes and red hair; the real surprise is a dead Walter Pettibone after one sip of the champagne.

Eve Dallas, a police lieutenant in near-future New York, is assigned to track a serial killer who poses and photographs his victims after they are dead, while at home, trouble brews in her marriage when Roark learns a startling truth about his parents.

No affairs. No criminal connections. No DNA. No clues. Eve Dallas may be the best cop in New York City - not to mention having the lavish resources of her husband, Roarke, at her disposal - but the Swisher case has her baffled. The family members were murdered in their beds with brutal, military precision. The security - state-of-the-art 2059 - was breached, and the killers used night vision to find their way through the cozy middle-class house. The...