It was going to be more than interesting to solve the puzzle of Eve Dallas.

In a few weeks she wouldn't just be Eve Dallas, lieutenant, homicide.

The woman in the mirror was definitely Eve Dallas.

It looked, she thought, like Eve Dallas on her wedding day.

You weren't born Eve Dallas, but you've become her, and she you.

Selecting Eve Dallas had been a brilliant stroke, if he did say so himself.

You were given the name Eve Dallas and eventually placed in foster care.

She'd become Eve Dallas, and it was more than a name the system had labeled her with.

And at eight, she thought, Eve Dallas had been born to a young girl too broken to remember anything that had come before.

Eve Dallas, who had faced death and spit in its eye, went into full retreat.