Résultats pour "Garry Disher" dans Fiction policière

Detective Alan Auhl does things his own way - and gets results. He works cold cases now. Like the death of John Elphick - his daughters are still convinced he was murdered, the coroner not so sure. Or the skeleton that’s just been found under a concrete slab. Or the doctor who killed two wives and a girlfriend and left no evidence at all....

Now that they are lovers, Detective Inspector Hal Challis and Sergeant Ellen Destry must guard their affections closely, for romantic relationships are strictly forbidden by department regulations. Trying to keep their professional and personal lives separate, they investigate the brutal assault of a private school chaplain as well as the murder of a public official. Applying further pressure is a prominent politician who has no love for police and wants the first case closed quickly.

After the heists gone wrong in Kickback and Paydirt, Wyatt is further down on his luck and deeper in with the Outfit, a network of organised criminals whose attention he's tried hard to avoid. A risky job in a Brisbane bank and the return of a femme fatale add further complications to Wyatt's increasingly desperate situation and force him to decide who he is and who he cares about.

This time it's a payroll and bank run in the north of South Australia, an outpost town suddenly transformed by a pipeline construction project that brings petty crime, prostitution—and opportunity. It's a town with its own secrets and Wyatt isn't quick to trust at the best of times. But he's on the run and he can't afford to be choosy.

Constable Paul Hirschhausen - "Hirsch" - is a recently demoted detective sent from Adelaide, Australia's southernmost booming metropolis, to Tiverton, a one-road town in rustic, backwater "wool and wheat" country three hours north. Hirsch is more than just a disgraced cop, a rumored whistle-blower - internal investigations is still trying to convict him of something, even if it means planting evidence, and someone has a bullet they'd like to put in his head, as has been made clear by the pistol cartridge left in his mailbox.

Hirsch is a whistle-blower. Formerly a promising metropolitan officer, now hated and despised. Exiled to a one-cop station in South Australia’s wheatbelt. Threats. Pistol cartridge in the mailbox. So when he heads up Bitter Wash Road to investigate gunfire and finds himself cut off without backup, there are two possibilities. Either he’s found the fugitive killers thought to be in the area - or his ‘backup’ is about to put a bullet in him. He’s wrong on both counts. But the events that unfold turn out to be a lot more sinister.

Wyatt robs banks and payroll vans. Most men like him are dead or in jail, but Wyatt stamps a cold, pitiless style on his heists and has never been caught. Now his funds are low and his luck is running out - until the day Anna Reid explains about the kickback in her partner’s safe. But other players are involved. In Wyatt’s world, there is no yielding, no redemption, and when he’s crossed, the outcome is inevitable.

Wyatt sondiert mal wieder die Möglichkeiten. Eine Bank wäre toll oder ein Geldtransporter. Doch soll er sich deswegen mit dreisten, jungen Idioten und Meth-Köpfen einlassen? So groß ist seine Verzweiflung dann doch nicht, zumal ihm ein Broker in Queensland einen One-Man-Job anbietet. Ein flämisches Gemälde aus dem 16. Jahrhundert - von den Nazis während des Zweiten Weltkriegs erbeutet - sei im Erholungsort Noosa, in der sengenden Hitze der Sunshine Coast im Haus eines Pädophilen aufgetaucht und eine israelische Auftraggeberin biete viel Geld dafür.

A pair of hit men working a job for a meth kingpin have a very bad day, and the resulting bushfire draws attention to a drug lab and two bodies burned up in a Mercedes. Sergeant Ellen Destry - newly minted head of her department's sex crime unit - and Inspector Hal Challis return in this newest installment of Gary Disher's Peninsula-based crimes series. With meth-related crime on the rise, interdepartmental tensions mount, and Challis soon finds himself fighting to keep control of his case.

Wyatt needs a job. A bank job would be nice, or a security van hold-up. As long as he doesn't have to work with cocky idiots and strung-out meth-heads like the Pepper brothers. That's the sort of miscalculation that buys you the wrong kind of time. So he contacts a man who in the past put him on the right kind of heist. And finds himself in Noosa, stealing a painting for Hannah Sten. He knows how it's done: case the premises, set up escape routes and failsafes, get in and get out with the goods unrecognized. Make a good plan; back it up with another. And be very, very careful.

The job's a classic jewel heist: quick, clean and simple. Except for one thing. Wyatt prefers to work alone, but this job belongs to Eddie Oberin and his very smart ex-wife, Lydia. She has the inside information; Wyatt has the planning genius and meticulous preparation. What could possibly go wrong? Plenty. But when you cross Wyatt, you don't walk away.

DI Hal Challis is in trouble with the boss and missing his lover, Ellen Destry, who is overseas. But there’s plenty to keep his mind off his problems. A rapist in a police uniform stalks Challis’ Peninsula beat, there is a serial armed robber headed in his direction and a home invasion that’s a little too close to home. Not to mention a very clever, very mysterious female cat burglar who may or may not be planning something on Challis’ patch.

Some people just work better alone. Wyatt’s one of them. He’s been getting by on nice quiet little burglaries - one-man jobs - when he gets wind of something bigger. A corporate crook, notorious Ponzi schemer, set to face court and certain jail time. He’s about to skip bail the old-fashioned way: on a luxury yacht with a million dollars in cash. Wyatt thinks it sounds like something he should get into. He’s not alone.

Australian jewel thief Wyatt has a bounty of stolen jewels and a yacht, but nothing can stop him from returning to his life of crime. He drugs his lover, police officer Liz Redding, and escapes into the night only to discover the gems he lifted are fakes. With his luck and his resources rapidly running out, Wyatt begrudgingly joins forces with Raymond, his estranged nephew and an established criminal himself, to lift some expensive artwork.

Wyatt sondiert mal wieder die Möglichkeiten. Eine Bank wäre toll oder ein Geldtransporter. Doch soll er sich deswegen mit dreisten, jungen Idioten und Meth-Köpfen einlassen? So groß ist seine Verzweiflung dann doch nicht, zumal ihm ein Broker in Queensland einen One-Man-Job anbietet.

Nach kurzer Liaison mit der Polizistin Liz Redding will Wyatt schnellstens untertauchen. Doch er trifft seinen Neffen Raymond wieder, der ihm den Raub einer Kunstsammlung schmackhaft machen kann. Doch Wyatt ahnt nicht, dass sein Neffe auch andere Deals am Laufen hat. In der Meerenge vor Tasmanien will er mit zwielichtigen Abenteurern eine versunkene Barke voll spanischer Goldmünzen bergen und nebenbei auch noch einen Klienten seines Anwalts aus der Untersuchungshaft befreien.

Im Zeitalter des Internets und der elektronischen Überwachungsanlagen ist Wyatt kaum noch konkurrenzfähig. Er muss die Ansprüche zurückschrauben und sich mit Klein-Klein begnügen. Ein Juwelenjob erscheint da ganz nach seinem Geschmack - nichts Extravagantes, nichts Undurchschaubares, bis auf die Tatsache, dass es Eddie Oberins Job ist und nicht nur Oberin darauf besteht, bei dem Überfall mitzumischen, sondern auch seine Exfrau Lydia Stark, von der das Insiderwissen stammt. Wyatt arbeitet lieber allein, gibt aber grünes Licht, denn sein Plan ist wie immer akribisch vorbereitet.

Wyatt erbeutet bei einem Einbruch in dem Haus einer Politikerin $ 50 000 und ein gesuchtes Schmuckstück - und hat bald nicht nur die Polizei, sondern auch dubiose Typen am Hals. Doch in diesem Spiel bestimmt Wyatt die Regeln, und Angriff ist die beste Verteidigung. Fernab der Heimat, auf einem Anwesen an den Klippen des tropischen Südseehafens Port Vila, macht er den Drahtzieher ausfindig.

In der Nähe von Tiverton, einer Kleinstadt in Australiens Nirgendwo, wird ein Mädchen tot am Straßenrand gefunden. Constable Paul Hirschhausen, genannt Hirsch, übernimmt den Fall. Er glaubt nicht an einen Unfall mit Fahrerflucht.

Wyatt muss untertauchen, nachdem der letzte Job völlig in die Hosen ging. Die Polizei fahndet nach ihm, und das Syndikat hat ein Kopfgeld auf ihn angesetzt. Ein zwielichtiger Typ namens Enter Stolle, der sich darauf spezialisiert hat, Leute zu suchen, die nicht gefunden werden wollen, ist auch hinter Wyatt her, um ihn für einen Klienten in Brisbane aufzuspüren. Es geht um einen Bankjob, der zwei Millionen bringen kann... ein Kinderspiel für Wyatt, normalerweise, wenn nicht ein hochverschuldeten Bankdirektor, ein Waffen schmuggelnder Pilot, korrupte Bullen und ehrgeizige Punks dazwischenfunken würden.