Résultats pour "The Cellar" dans Fiction criminelle

Marcus Gove has been all these things. He’s reached the pinnacle of his art and now it’s time for him to take a protégé. Lovely Lucy is perfect for the role, or she will be. Lucy Williams is just like everyone else. She’s had some success as an artist, not so much success in love, but she’s getting by. But soon she’s going to have to become something else if she wants to be a survivor. Ray Lewis’s career isn’t heading anywhere. But he’s a solid detective and he’s determined to find Lucy no matter what the upper brass throw at him.

The dark side of glamorous expat life in Paris is brought to life in this new translation. Try to imagine a guest, a wealthy woman, staying at the Majestic with her husband, her son, a nurse and a governess...in a suite that costs more than a thousand francs a day.... At six in the morning, she's strangled, not in her room but in the basement locker room.... In all likelihood, that's where the crime was committed.... What was the woman doing in the basement? Who could have lured her down there, and how?

Cole’s got a new job but fails to show up. Do the series of child murders in San Francisco and Chicago lead to Cole’s disappearance? A new job in a new city doesn’t do you much good if you’re dead. Follow Cole to the City by the Bay to find out just how far he will go to save a child.

In einem verlassenen Gebäude in Berlin, einst ein Heim für schwer erziehbare Jugendliche in der ehemaligen DDR, wird die Leiche eines Franzosen entdeckt. Der Fund wird zum ersten Fall für das von Europol ins Leben gerufene Cold-Case-Team um Sophie Steinbach und David Martin, die am Tatort Schockierendes enthüllen: In einem zugemauerten Keller liegen die Überreste zahlreicher Menschen begraben. Sophie, David und ihr Team tauchen in die düstere Vergangenheit des Erziehungsheims ein. Die Spur führt sie zu geheimen Stasi-Akten und unaussprechlichen Grausamkeiten des damaligen Regimes.

I eye the shadowy figure looming over me. Everything in me wants to scream out that it isn't fair he knows all of me - so I do. It isn't fair he's had months to stalk me like prey. Like a game of chess, he's calculated every move. I am blinded by the darkness in this place I've come to term as the cellar. Now, I feel as if that same darkness inhabits my soul. I want to scream, to fight, to lash out - so I do. He has robbed me of my freedom and my control. He will never rob me of my will to fight....