Divided in Death

Product Description <br/>Reva Ewing, a former member of the Secret Service, a security specialist for Roarke Enterprises, is a prime suspect in a double homicide. She had every reason to want to kill her husband, the renowned artist Blair Bissel. Not only was he having an affair, he was having it with her best friend. But Lieutenant Eve Dallas, who’s on the case, believes Reva is innocent. Eve’s instincts tell her that the murder scene looks too perfectly staged, the apparent answers too obvious. And when she digs for more, she discovers that at nearly the exact time a kitchen knife was jammed into the victim’s ribs, the passcode to his art studio was changed - and all of the data on his computer deliberately corrupted. To Roarke, it’s the computer attack that poses the real threat. Signs show that this is the nightmare his company has secretly been preparing for. He and Reva have been under a code-red government contract to develop a program that would shield against a new breed of hackers, the Doomsday Group. These techno-terrorists with brilliant minds and plenty of financial backing hack into systems, steal data, and corrupt computer units on a large scale and kill anyone who gets too close. Eve and Roarke must infiltrate an extraordinarily secretive government agency to expose the corruption at its core, before the virus spreads from one office to a corporation to the entire country.<br/> Review <br/>"Any 'In Death' book should be at the top of any reading list." Any 'In Death' book should be at the top of any reading list. ("Grand Forks Herald")<br/> Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. <br/><br/><br/><br/> <br/><br/><br/> <br/> <br/> <br/><br/><br/> <br/>Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever.—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE<br/> <br/>Marriage is a desperate thing.—JOHN SELDEN<br/><br/><br/>PROLOGUE<br/>KILLING WAS TOO GOOD FOR HIM.<br/>Death was an end, even a release. He’d go to hell, there was no question in her mind, and there he would suffer eternal torment. She wanted that for him—eventually. But for the time being, she wanted him to suffer where she could watch.<br/>Lying, cheating son of a bitch! She wanted him to snivel and beg and plead and slither on his belly like the gutter rat he was. She wanted him to bleed from the ears, to scream like a girl. She wanted to twist his adulterous dick into knots while he shrieked for the mercy she’d never give.<br/>She wanted to pound her fists into his beautiful liar’s face until it was a pulpy, pustulated mass of blood and bone.<br/>Then and only then, the dickless, faceless bastard could die. A slow, withering, agonizing death.<br/>Nobody, nobody cheated on Reva Ewing.<br/>She had to pull over and stop the car in the breakdown lane of the Queensboro Bridge until she calmed down enough to trust herself to continue. Because someone had cheated on Reva Ewing. The man she’d loved, the man she’d married, the man she’d believed in utterly was, even now, making love to another woman.<br/>Touching another woman, tasting her, using that skilled deceiver’s mouth, those clever cheating hands to drive another woman wild.<br/>And not just any other woman. A friend. Someone else she’d loved and trusted, believed in, counted on.<br/>It wasn’t just infuriating. It wasn’t just painful to know her husband and her friend were having an affair, and right under her oblivious nose. It was embarrassing to discover herself a cliché. The deceived wife, the clueless dolt who accepted and believed the adulterer every time he said he had to work late, or had a dinner meeting with a client, or was zipping out of town for a few days to nail down, or hand deliver, a commission.<br/>Worse, Reva thought now as traffic whizzed by her car, that she of all people had been so easily duped. She was a goddamn security expert. She’d spent five years in the Secret Service and had guarded a president before going into the private sector. Where were her instincts, her eyes, her ears?<br/>How could Blair have been coming home to her, night after night, fresh from another woman and she not know?