Titres dans Roman noir

Call it Kinsey Millhone in bad company. Call it a mystery without a murder, a treasure hunt without a map, a quest novel with truly mixed-up motives. Call it the return of Kinsey as a bad girl, quick-witted and quicksilvery, poking her nose into everybody's dirty laundry as she joins up with a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde in an Our Gang comedy that will take her halfway across the country and leave her with a major headache and an empty bank balance.

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El enamoramiento desenfrenado de Ortuño por la cantante hará que se sumerja en un submundo donde se esconde una peligrosa célula yihadista, interesada en adoctrinar a víctimas como Abduh en el terrorismo más radical. En medio de todo el revuelo social, los diferentes grupos policiales y unos cuantos delatores tendrán que conducir la operación con toda la sutileza posible y resolver cada una de las trampas que se van sucediendo. Ahora, sentaos y dejaos seducir por el incisivo estilo del autor para descubrir si, finalmente, los personajes serán o no recordados.

Patrick Kenzie und Angela Gennaro sind verheiratet und Eltern einer vierjährigen Tochter. Vier Jahre alt war auch Amanda McCready, als sie entführt und schließlich von Angela und Patrick wiedergefunden wurde. Nun ist Amanda ein Teenager und erneut verschwunden. Ein weiteres Mal macht sich Patrick auf die Suche nach ihr. Doch in welche Abgründe ihn diese Suche führen wird, kann nicht einmal ein abgeklärter Ermittler wie Patrick Kenzie erahnen.

The body of a vintner is found among the vines at the renowned Fauchér Winery, a corkscrew lodged deeply in his throat. The primary suspect - Jessica Fauchér, heiress to the winery fortune, The San Francisco law firm of Jacobs, Felder, and Smith takes on the task of representing the young heiress and Steve Daniels, who works for them as an investigator, is assigned the task of determining her guilt or innocence. Is she a cold-blooded murderer or just a victim of circumstance?

Hollywood, 1951. Jack Shannon—hobo, rising star, wounded vet, studio publicist—is in exile. Blackballed by the majors for his unauthorized effort to solve the mystery of a sexpot actress’ disappearance, he’s now a stuntman—a drug-store cowboy working from Tinseltown’s Poverty Row, where the budgets are tight and the jobs scarce.

As a disgraced lawyer with a drinking problem that he doesn’t view as a problem, Jake West is coasting on what’s left of his charm and money. He used to be the kind of lawyer who could convince anyone of anything—until he decided to take on his father’s biggest client and prove his dad was corrupt. Now Jake finds himself almost at rock bottom, and that’s before his ex-best friend is murdered and Jake is accused of the crime. In a desperate bid to save himself, Jake must sober up and search for the real killer.

Lucas Davenport has had disturbing cases before - but never one quite like this, in the shocking new Prey work from the #1 New York Times best-selling author.

When a K9 search-and-rescue team discovers a woman's body tangled up with debris in the river, Scotland Yard superintendent Duncan Kincaid finds himself heading an investigation fraught with complications. The victim, Rebecca Meredith, was a talented but difficult woman with many admirers - and just as many enemies. An Olympic contender on the verge of a controversial comeback, she was also a high-ranking detective with the Met - a fact that raises a host of political and ethical issues in an already sensitive case.

The good guys in a new African nation were missing a treasury full of diamonds. The nation's corrupt leader had stashed the rocks somewhere in New York City. Now the good guys needed a specialist to get their diamonds back. So they came to the best in the business: Parker. Only the three mysterious tough guys came to Parker, too. They figured three hands filled with .38s could convince him to pass up this international gem game. But leaning on Parker was like pressuring a box of TNT with a short fuse.

Sur le bureau de Mork, un étrange message découvert au nord de l'Écosse dans une bouteille oubliée sur le rebord d'une fenêtre. Un SOS écrit en lettres de sang par un jeune Danois enlevé avec son frère des années plus tôt. Canular ? Peut-être pas.

Dramatisations and readings of five of Josephine Tey's classic mystery novels. Scottish novelist and playwright Josephine Tey was one of the greatest Golden Age crime writers and the author of eight mysteries, including six featuring Scotland Yard inspector Alan Grant. The most famous of these, The Daughter of Time, was acclaimed the greatest crime novel of all time by the Crime Writers' Association. A full-cast dramatisation of this iconic story is included here, along with adaptations of four of her other much-loved mystery novels.

The body lies amid the garbage behind a Seattle grocery store. He was a high-school basketball coach - and J. P. Beaumont discovers he was lynched.

Valérie se réveille peu à peu. Elle frisonne et cherche instinctivement à remonter la couverture. Elle ouvre les yeux et balaie la pièce du regard. Elle ne reconnait pas cette chambre. Elle frisonne un autre fois et cherche encore à se couvrir, mais ne trouve rien. Comme elle, le lit est nu.

No matter how fabulously he’s being courted, infamously dour “art hog” Arthur Wordell isn’t keen on favoring the new Guggenheim Museum with his extensive collection. Even at the urging of his beloved daughter, Nadia. Then, the night after the museum’s fête, Arthur takes a 20-story plunge from the window of his Times Square office. Nadia thinks it’s no mere coincidence. Eccentric, yes. Suicidal, no. Private Investigator Nero Wolfe and his assistant, Archie Goodwin, agree.

FBI agent Rachel Walling finally gets the call she's dreaded for years, the one that tells her the Poet has surfaced. She has never forgotten the serial killer who wove lines of poetry in his hideous crimes - and apparently he has not forgotten her. Former LAPD detective Harry Bosch gets a call, too - from the widow of an old friend. Her husband's death seems natural, but his ties to the hunt for the Poet make Bosch dig deep.

Le commissaire Adamsberg devrait se méfier... On le sait, la Normandie et le Cotentin sont des lieux qu'on dit de longue date hantés par sorciers, fantômes et morts-vivants. Aussi, quand on lui affirme que les disparitions sur lesquelles il enquête sont la vengeance séculaire de "l'Armée furieuse", la "mesnie Hellequin" - en français moderne "la maisonnée", ou fratrie du même nom - mieux vaudrait qu'il rengaine son incrédulité.

472 jours : c'est le temps qu'a passé Flora aux mains de son bourreau. 472 jours plongée dans un abîme de ténèbres, à n'espérer qu'une chose : survivre. Sortie miraculeusement de cette épreuve, elle cherche depuis à retrouver une existence normale. Pourtant, les murs de sa chambre sont tapissés de photos de filles disparues. Quand, à la recherche de l'une d'elles, Flora se fait de nouveau kidnapper, le commandant D. D. Warren comprend qu'un prédateur court les rues de Boston.

Ten years ago, I adopted Blue after I broke up with my boyfriend one hot, early summer night with the windows open and the neighborhood listening. The next morning, I went straight to the pound in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Articles on buying your first dog tell you to never buy a dog on impulse. Going to the pound because you need something in your life that's worth holding onto is rarely, if ever, mentioned. I asked the man at the pound to show me the biggest dogs they had. He showed me some Rottweiler-German Shepherd puppies that he said would grow to be quite large.

It's their usual Thursday girls' night in, and best friends Skye, Elena, and London are enjoying hanging out at Skye's house in New Mexico, eating junk food, drinking wine, and playing with Skye's little children, Carter and Abigail. Until the intruders arrive. Hearing the horrific screams from Elena and Skye, London hides the children, tiptoes out to see what has happened . . . and disappears. After Carter raises the alarm, Detective Alyssa Wyatt is called in to investigate a bloodbath that appears to have no motive, no evidence, and worse still—no sign of London.