He looked at his hands, covered with her blood, at the wild spatters of it on the walls. An artist, he mused. Maybe he should be an artist.
Murder doesn't stop for Thanksgiving.
As NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas and her billionaire husband Roarke prepare for family and friends to descend, an ungrateful son, Jerald Reinhold, decides to shut up his nagging parents - for good.
Soon Jerald is working his way through anyone who has ever thwarted him in his path to an easy life. While a frustrated Eve struggles to consider all the potential victims, Jerald stays one terrifying step ahead.
As the holiday begins, Eve is desperately focussed on identifying which victim will be next on Jerald's list . . .
Apart from references to such things as advanced robots and "vids" (the new name for theatrical movies), 2060 New York City is indistinguishable from present-day Gotham in bestseller Robb's 38th full-length Eve Dallas thriller (after 2013's Calculated in Death). In addition, nothing in the cookie-cutter plot couldn't have happened in the present or near past. On impulse, 26-year-old Jerald Reinhold, an unemployed loser, stabs his mother, Barbara, to death in his parents' Manhattan apartment, where he waits until his father, Carl, comes home so he can bludgeon Carl with a baseball bat. Lt. Eve Dallas, of the New York Police and Security Department, gets on Reinhold's trail, but the savvy veteran makes a rookie mistake by not warning a clear target of Reinhold's rage that she could be the next victim. Eve also has trouble assessing her quarry. At one point she calls Reinhold "a fucking moron," then adds "he's cannier than I gave him credit for initially." Readers will have to judge for themselves.
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