Crime Fiction Thriller Serial Killer

Novembre dans le Somerset. Alors qu'elle déposait ses courses dans le coffre de sa voiture, une femme est jetée au sol par un individu affublé d'un masque de père Noël qui prend la fuite à bord du véhicule. Selon la police, pour qui il ne s'agit que d'un banal fait divers, l'agresseur ne s'est sans doute pas rendu compte de la présence d'une fillette sur la banquette arrière. Mais, tandis que l'enfant reste introuvable et qu'une deuxième petite fille disparaît dans les mêmes circonstances, le scénario s'assombrit.

A serial killer has been terrorising Lancaster for decades, longer than should ever have been possible. The police are baffled, eluded at every turn by the killer whose victims span generations. Speculation is rife among the true-crime forums; is someone passing on their gruesome trade? Every local mother's worst nightmare has become Helen Summerton's reality: he's taken her daughter, Zoe. As the clock runs down, so do her chances of survival. Can Helen unearth the secrets of the killer before its too late?

Dr. Tessa McGowan had never seen anything quite like it. But the mutilated bodies on her exam table tell a stunningly macabre tale: someone with a twisted mind is kidnapping women and altering their faces to resemble real, life-size dolls. As a forensic pathologist, it's her job to aid the agent leading the case—even if that agent is her estranged husband.

They call him the Jackdaw. On each body, he leaves a chilling signature: five scratches. And each time he kills, he takes a trophy, an eerie collection that grows with every strike. No one knows what he looks like, where he'll strike next, or why. He could be your neighbour, your boss… your husband. There’s only a paralysing fear that, whoever he is, he's out there: watching, waiting.

“Mr. Kendall, in the past few months there have been a number of doctors who have mysteriously disappeared, or whose deaths were either alleged to be accidents, or were suicides, or they were actually murdered.” Kendall made a mental note to find out about these "other doctors". “A number of doctors you said. How many are we talking about?” Mrs. Eaton thought for a few moments. “To my knowledge there have been at least eight cases in the past six months. There may be a whole lot more that I know nothing about.”

DCI Adam Bishop has never seen anything like it. Five murder victims – all with numbers written above. And the spray-painted daubs reveal a horrific truth: the killer is counting down. When Dr Romilly Cole learns of the murders, they trigger memories of a traumatic past she has tried hard to forget. But getting involved with the case is a bad idea. She and Bishop have history – and working together could never end well. Adam and Romilly soon realise the truth lies in a decades-old case, and only Romilly holds the key.

Rhiannon Lewis thought she finally had it all: thanks to the pandemic she’s had to keep a much lower profile but has found happiness with her fiancé Rafael and his family. For once, she is surrounded by people who love her for who she is (or who they think she is). After over 800 days without murdering anyone, the woman formerly known as the Sweetpea Killer thinks she might have finally turned over a new leaf. That is until her soon-to-be sister-in-law has a run in with her abusive ex, and Rhiannon rediscovers her taste for revenge.

Tracy Crosswhite a passé vingt ans à mettre en doute les faits qui ont entouré la disparition de sa sœur Sarah et le procès criminel qui s'en est suivi. Elle ne croit pas qu'Edmund House - le violeur qui a purgé sa peine et a été condamné pour l'assassinat de Sarah - soit le véritable coupable. Pour que justice soit rendue, Tracy est devenue enquêtrice criminelle dans la police de Seattle, et a dévoué sa vie à la recherche des tueurs.

Detective Sergeant Washington Poe can count on one hand the number of friends he has. And he'd still have his thumb left. There's the guilelessly innocent civilian analyst, Tilly Bradshaw of course. Insanely brilliant, she's a bit of a social hand grenade. He's known his beleaguered boss, Detective Inspector Stephanie Flynn for years as he has his nearest neighbour, full-time shepherd/part-time dog sitter, Victoria. And then there's Estelle Doyle. Dark and dangerous and sexy as hell.

It's Christmas, and a serial killer is leaving displayed body parts all over Cumbria. A strange message is left at each scene: #BSC6. Called in to investigate, the National Crime Agency's Washington Poe and Tilly Bradshaw are faced with a case that makes no sense. Why were some victims anaesthetised, while others died in appalling agony? Why is their only suspect denying what they can irrefutably prove but admitting to things they weren't even aware of? And why did the victims all take the same two weeks off work three years earlier?

Tracy Crosswhite, détective à la Criminelle, a repris son travail après le procès sensationnel de l'assassin de sa sœur. Encore marquée par cette épreuve, elle se trouve entraînée dans une enquête qui menace de mettre en danger sa carrière, voire même sa vie. Un tueur en série, baptisé le Cow-boy, assassine des jeunes femmes dans des motels miteux du nord de Seattle. Après avoir reçu un message de menaces suggérant que le tueur pourrait s'en prendre à elle, Tracy est chargée de mettre la main sur le meurtrier.

Spiritualism has captured the public’s imagination. Séances are all the rage, and Detective Ian Hamilton’s otherwise sensible aunt Lillian is not immune to their allure. But for Ian, indulging her superstitions has its limits. When members of Lillian’s circle of séance friends begin turning up dead, Ian doesn’t need a medium to tell him these aren’t freak accidents.

It’s my first day back at work, the grief I’m carrying is still with me, but I file it away and put on my professional face to greet my new patient. As a successful psychiatrist and criminologist, I’m used to working with damaged minds. But I’m not prepared for Trent Davis. Sitting across the table from me, his warm brown eyes shine. He laughs easily and part of me can't help but like him, despite what his file says he’s capable of. Then a package arrives for Trent, with my home as the return address. And everything falls apart…

DI Tudor Manx was hoping for a quiet life. But his hopes are dashed when there's a gruesome find - a mutilated body, crucified to the bow of a fishing boat. Is this a message or a macabre premonition? Manx's past still haunts him - the disappearance of his younger sister, Miriam: a cold case that remains unsolved. Can he work it all out before the body count rises?

Quando una sera Korede riceve una telefonata della sorella sa già, purtroppo, cosa Ayoola si aspetta da lei: candeggina, guanti di gomma, nervi d'acciaio e stomaco forte. Questo è il terzo fidanzato che Ayoola uccide per autodifesa - dice lei - e la terza scena del crimine che le chiede di pulire. Korede dovrebbe andare dalla polizia ma vuole troppo bene alla sorellina, e la famiglia viene prima di tutto. Almeno finché Ayoola, la figlia prediletta e bellissima di cui tutti si innamorano, non inizia a frequentare il dottore con il quale Korede lavora e di cui è innamorata.

A young boy walks into a police station in France. He claims to be Carl Meagan - a missing child from Sheffield whose name is still whispered as a warning to kids who stay out after dark. On her way home from the supermarket, nine-year-old Keeley Armitage vanishes without trace. Her family is overcome with shock and DCI Matilda Darke can’t help but focus on memories of the Carl Meagan case that almost ruined her career.

A victim killed with a single, precise stab to the heart appears at first glance to be a robbery gone wrong. A caring, upstanding social worker lost to a senseless act of violence. But for Detective Kim Stone, something doesn't add up. When a local drug addict is found murdered with an identical wound, Kim knows instinctively that she is dealing with the same killer. But with nothing to link the two victims except the cold, calculated nature of their death, this could be her most difficult case yet.

Five serial killers. Known only to each other as: Alpha. Bravo. Charlie. Delta. Easy. Connected through a secure internet location, encrypted and concealed, a unique chat room they have named Jack’s Special Place in homage to their ultimate model—the one killer they hold in the highest esteem: Whitechapel, London. 1888. The infamous murderer remembered in dark history as Jack the Ripper. And so, they are Jack’s Boys. They delight in each other’s crimes. They relish in taunting police around the world with odd clues and deep confusion—the modern version of the Victorian-era killer they emulate.

Finn-Leandro, dreizehn Jahre alt, Schüler aus Aurich, ist tot. Gestorben an einer Überdosis Heroin. Der, der dafür verantwortlich ist, wurde gerade freigesprochen. Aus Mangel an Beweisen. Weil Zeugen sich plötzlich nicht mehr erinnern konnten. Weil die Polizei Fehler einräumen musste. Als Dr. Bernhard Sommerfeldt alias Dr. Ernest Simmel, Leiter einer Kurklinik in Norden, die Schlagzeile in der Zeitung sieht, weiß er genau, wem er einen Besuch abstatten muss. Seine zukünftige Ehefrau Frauke ahnt, dass es mit dem ruhigen, beschaulichen Leben in Norden so schnell nichts werden wird.

One hot summer evening, 11-year-old Mikey Driscoll is on the way home from playing with friends. Two days later, his body is discovered on a bed of wildflowers by some local teenagers. The case is assigned to Detective Lottie Parker, and this time it’s personal. The victim was a close friend of her son, Sean, from the run-down Munbally estate on the other side of town. Sean tells his mother Mikey was behaving normally before he died, but Lottie can’t help but feel that her son is keeping something from her.