Something About Eve
August 2001
ISBN 0373710038
Concern sends private investigator Matt Ross to Atlanta to find the sexy TV personality Eve Masterson.
Matt was permanently injured following a tragic accident while he was a cop. Rather than accepting desk duty, he's agreed to become a private investigator with locating Eve as his first assignment.
Eve apparently quit her New York job for a fantastic opportunity in Atlanta, but she's not appeared on any of the news shows and, with Christmas coming, has been completely out of touch with family and friends.
When Matt shows up on her doorstep, she's terribly ill and only his intervention offers hope that she might recover. But Eve's illness stems from more than just physical symptoms as she struggles with career goals, betrayal, and an identity crisis.
Gripping the decorative knob with both hands, Eve slowly turned it. To her immense surprise and horror, someone -- something --was waiting outside the door. A weight pressed inward with such force, she toppled backward, her feet getting tangled in the avalanche of accumulated mail. Graceless as a clown, she windmilled back, landing butt first atop a stack of cardboard packing boxes, which sent the whole column and its neighbors cascading down around her ears.
When all was quiet, she braved a peek.
Crouched like a martial arts warrior ready to take on an army of villains, the man across from her scanned the foyer with eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.
"What the hell…?" His voice was deep and rich with an accent she'd grown to like during her stay in New York.
Eve watched him take in the many stacks of moving boxes; his eyes widened at the mess in the kitchen. He was just starting to rise out of his defensive stance when his gaze zeroed in on her. For some reason, his right knee suddenly wobbled and he seemed to lose his balance for a moment.
His recovery was so smooth Eve wondered if she'd imagined it. Then, she looked into his eyes and her brain forgot how to think. Her heart sped up in a way that made her feel more alive than she had in weeks, perhaps months.
His eyes - a warm shade of brown -- widened. Eve tried to interpret his look.
Repulsion? Disbelief? Suspicion.
"Who are you?" he growled. "Where's Eve Masterson?"
Curling into a protective ball, Eve whispered, "I wish I knew."
