Traditional Detective Mystery

Kate Hibbert is all too eager to lend a hand to her neighbors. Although she has been a resident of the sleepy village of Lochdubh for only a year, in that time Kate has alienated one too many of its residents with her interfering—and not entirely well-intentioned—ways. When Kate’s neighbor sees her lugging a heavy suitcase to the bus stop, he hopes that the prying woman is gone for good. But two weeks later, Kate’s cousin arrives in town with the news that Kate has gone missing.

Harry Bosch, inspecteur aux Affaires non résolues, reprend du service pour trois ans avant de partir à la retraite...

The Great War is still raging when Francesca Hatton’s adored grandfather dies on his estate in England’s isolated Exe Valley. She is his sole heir, for her five cousins are dead now on the battlefields of France. Among his effects, Francesca is stunned to find a letter cursing the Hattons. And at the funeral, a stranger publicly accuses Hatton of murder. Who was her grandfather? The kind man who raised her - or a secretive killer? For in the back garden where she and her cousins once played, there is a white stone they always called the Murder Stone

Detective Inspector Peter Diamond is keen to get his teeth into a new case. So, when a call comes in that a woman's body has been found in one of Bath's parks, he arrives quickly at the scene - only to discover that the victim is his wife.

The Leonides are one big happy family living in a sprawling, ramshackle mansion. That is until the head of the household, Aristide, is murdered with a fatal barbiturate injection. Suspicion naturally falls on the old man's young widow, fifty years his junior. But the murderer has reckoned without the tenacity of Charles Hayward, fiancé of the late millionaire's granddaughter.

A late summer heatwave seems to have triggered an unusually high number of suicides. As the dead bodies pile up, DS Jack Mackinnon and the rest of MIT realise things aren’t as straightforward as they seem, and when similar letters are found at the scene of each "suicide", Mackinnon is convinced they are dealing with a serial killer. A killer who is determined to deliver his own deadly justice.

Quatre scènes de crime. Sept victimes. Une seule arme : la foudre. Après une nuit d'orage, alors que la saison touristique commence à peine, des corps sont découverts sur l'île d'Oléron et ses alentours, attachés à des pieux métalliques plantés dans le sable face à l'océan, foudroyés. Sept dépouilles au total. Et des modes opératoires très proches. Le capitaine Max Fontaine, en poste à la PJ de La Rochelle, va aussitôt être chargé de l'affaire. Sa priorité : trouver le lien qui unit les victimes pour espérer remonter jusqu'à leur assassin.

L'inspecteur Patrik Hedström est sur les dents. Il voudrait participer davantage aux préparatifs de son mariage avec Erica Falck mais Tanumshede s'apprête à accueillir une émission de téléréalité et ses fans : tout le commissariat est mobilisé. Hanna Kruse, la nouvelle recrue, ne sera pas de trop. D'autant qu'une femme vient d'être retrouvée morte à son volant, avec un énorme taux d'alcoolémie.

The death of Lord Edward Crick has unleashed a torrent of gossip through the seedy taverns and elegant ballrooms of Oxfordshire. Few mourn the dissolute young man - except his sister, the beautiful Lady Lydia Farrell. When her husband comes under suspicion of murder, she seeks expert help from Dr. Thomas Silkstone, a young anatomist from Philadelphia. Thomas arrived in England to study under its foremost surgeon, where his unconventional methods only add to his outsider status. Against his better judgment, he agrees to examine Lord Edward’s corpse.

Leonard Dyke's writing style didn't offend. But all of his work featured unhappy endings: murders. When four people die, including the author, police finally call on Nero Wolfe. Wolfe baits a trap, and when it springs shut, he finds that truth is stranger (and bloodier) than fiction.

Alexander Kinloch, artist, has worked out a good pattern for his life. His home is a small bothy on a remote mountain in Scotland; he paints on commission, from which he derives both pleasure and a decent income; he lives alone and likes it. One day, however, Alexander's peace is violently shattered when he returns home to find a group of strangers waiting for him. Afer a scuffle, he is left for dead with only the wind and the words "Where is it?" ringing in his ears.

Erica Falck, trente-cinq ans, installée dans une petite ville tranquille de la côte ouest suédoise, découvre le cadavre d'une amie d'enfance perdue de vue. À la conquête de la vérité, Erica, enquêtrice au foyer façon Desperate Housewives - rejointe par l'inspecteur Patrik Hedström, amoureux transi - plonge dans les strates d'une petite société provinciale et de ses secrets.

When a mysterious body is discovered in a bathtub, wearing only a pair of spectacles, the case seems destined to remain unsolved. But Lord Peter Wimsey, a sophisticated amateur detective, takes on the challenge, unraveling clues and exposing hidden motives in a story filled with suspense and clever twists.

After a teenage boy is found dead on a Lenchester train, Detective Chief Inspector Whitney Walker believes they’re being targeted by the notorious Carriage Killer, who chooses a local rail network, commits four murders, and moves on. Against her wishes, Walker’s boss brings in officers from another force to help the investigation and prevent more deaths, but she’s forced to defend her team against this outside interference.

Un soir, dans sa propriété de Fernly Park, l'industriel Roger Ackroyd se confie à son ami le Dr Sheppard. La veuve qu'il envisageait d'épouser s'est suicidée pour échapper à un chantage. Dans une ultime lettre, elle lui révèle le nom de celui qui détient un terrible secret : un an plus tôt, elle a assassiné son mari. Peu après avoir livré ces confidences, Roger Ackroyd est retrouvé mort, poignardé. Et la fameuse lettre a disparu.

When Lord Edgware is found murdered the police are baffled. His estranged actress wife was seen visiting him just before his death and Hercule Poirot himself heard her brag of her plan to "get rid" of him. But how could she have stabbed Lord Edgware in his library at exactly the same time she was seen dining with friends? It's a case that almost proves to be too much for the great Poirot.

Holmes and Watson discover that the missing woman—Hannah Woolfson—was herself on the trail of a missing person, her close friend Sophia. Sophia was recruited to a group known as the Elysians, a quasi-religious sect obsessed with Ancient Greek myths and rituals, run by the charismatic Sir Philip Buchanan. Hannah has joined the Elysians under an assumed name, convinced that her friend has been murdered. Holmes agrees that she should continue as his agent within the secretive yet seemingly harmless cult, yet Watson is convinced Hannah is in terrible danger.

Dans la nuit glacée de Stockholm, un jeune homme, hébété, erre le long de la voie ferrée, tenant des propos incohérents sur "le Marchand de sable". C'est un garçon disparu treize ans plus tôt avec sa jeune sœur. On les tenait pour les dernières victimes d'un tueur en série, Jurek Walter, arrêté par Joona Linna, enfermé depuis dix ans dans un bunker psychiatrique sous haute sécurité. D'où sort ce fantôme du passé ? Qu'est devenue sa jeune sœur ?

Les auditeurs du deuxième volume l’espéraient : Lisbeth n'est pas morte ! Mais, très mal en point, elle va rester coincée des semaines à l'hôpital, dans l'incapacité physique d'agir. Et comme il n'existe aucune raison pour que cessent les activités souterraines des renégats de la Säpo, le procès qui s'annonce pour elle est loin d'être sans danger.

It is the autumn of 1880, and Dr. John Watson has just returned from Afghanistan. Badly injured and desperate to forget a nightmarish expedition that left him doubting his sanity, Watson is close to destitution when he meets the extraordinary Sherlock Holmes, who is investigating a series of deaths in the Shadwell district of London. Several bodies have been found, the victims appearing to have starved to death over the course of several weeks, and yet they were reported alive and well mere days before.