Whenever a murder disrupts the Irish vacation she is acquiring with her husband, Roarke, Eve realizes that room is safe-not an Irish timber or the roads from the manic town she calls home. But nothing at all prepares her for what she discovers upon her return to the cop shop in New York City….

A driver for a top-of-the-line limousine service is available dead-shot through the neck using a crossbow. The automobile was booked by an professional at a venerable security company whose identity had been taken. Days afterwards, about Indulgence in Loss of life a stunning, high-priced escort is found wiped out at Coney Isle, a bayonet stuck in her center. And once again, the trail leads to a CEO whose details has been hijacked.

With a method established, but no motive found, Eve begins to fear that she has come across that a lot of dangerous of criminals, a thrill killer, but one with a taste for the finer things in life-and death. Eve does not know where or when another kill will end up being, or that her analysis will take her to the rarefied circle that Roarke travels in-and in to the perverted center of madness….