Echoes in Death (In Death 44)

“They have each other, as you said. So do we.” He lifted her hand, kissed it. “I want that walk with you.”

“Until we’re half frozen, then we can thaw out by the bedroom fire.”

“What do you say we get a little drunk by that fire, see what happens next?”

“I say: I know what happens next, and I’m all for it.”

Steadier, much steadier, she looked out the window. Snow blackened against the curbs, people rushing to get somewhere else, traffic thoroughly pissed off. Horns blasting and ad blimps blaring.

The city she loved, Eve thought. Her place. It looked absolutely perfect to her.