Veena’s review of Random in Death (In Death, Book 58) by J.D. Robb
Paranormal Romance published by St. Martin’s Press 23 Jan 24
It was supposed to be a wonderful evening. Jake Kincaid and Avenue A were playing at a special event for teenagers, and Eve Dallas and her hunky husband were enjoying a rare evening at home over movies and popcorn. However, murder waits for no one, and it’s Eve’s friend ace reporter Nadine Furst who interrupts the easy evening with news of murder.
A life taken. A young, beautiful, talented teenager struck down at the cusp of attaining all her dreams. A horrible death and no motive. The next night another teenager is also struck down with the same weapon. What connects the two girls? What is the motive? Horrors of horrors, could this be just random?
But the killer better beware, because now Eve and her husband Roarke are standing up for these young women, and Eve is a homicide cop who never fails. A wonderful police procedural where police work, working the clues, and piecing together the information is the only way to solve the case, especially since the clock is ticking and lives are at stake.
I am as always amazed at the author’s ability to find fresh and different scenarios for murder.
Grade: A
Summary:
Jenna’s parents had finally given in, and there she was, at a New York club with her best friends, watching the legendary band Avenue A, carrying her demo in hopes of slipping it to the guitarist, Jake Kincade. Then, from the stage, Jake catches her eye, and smiles. It’s the best night of her life.
It’s the last night of her life.Minutes later, Jake’s in the alley getting some fresh air, and the girl from the dance floor comes stumbling out, sick and confused and deathly pale. He tries to help, but it’s no use. He doesn’t know that someone in the crowd has jabbed her with a needle―and when his girlfriend Nadine arrives, she knows the only thing left to do for the girl is call her friend, Lieutenant Eve Dallas.
After everyone on the scene is interviewed, lab results show a toxic mix of substances in the victim’s body―and for an extra touch of viciousness, the needle was teeming with infectious agents. Dallas searches for a pattern: Had any boys been harassing Jenna? Was she engaging in risky behavior or caught up in something shady? But there are no obvious clues why this levelheaded sixteen-year-old, passionate about her music, would be targeted.
And that worries Dallas. Because if Jenna wasn’t targeted, if she was just the random, unlucky victim of a madman consumed by hatred, there are likely more deaths to come.
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