Robb — Eve Dallas 42 — Chaos in Death Chapter Six 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue Eve glanced over at Peabody as she walked back into the bullpen, got a shake of the head. So no luck, yet, on masks or makeup. She went into her office, got coffee, then sat at her desk, put her boots up, and studied the board. Everybody liked Rosenthall; nobody liked Billingsly. Instinct dictated a push on Billingsly—and she intended to listen. But she’d give a little push on the good doctor as well. Arianna Whitwood. Beautiful, rich, smart, dedicated, caring. The good daughter, and again, the good doctor. Didn’t that make an interesting triangle? Billingsly wanted her—and didn’t bother to (ha-ha) disguise it. Rosenthall had her. And what did that have to do with the three vics? They were Arianna’s. Her patients, her investment, her success—at least so far. Rosenthall’s, too. Maybe Arianna had given them too much time, attention, made too big an investment. A man could resent that. She sometimes wondered why Roarke didn’t resent all the time, the attention, the investment she put into the job.
