Ergebnis für "Adrift" in Krimis

'Haunting, heartbreaking, quietly terrifying. Unforgettable' CHRIS WHITAKER Three of them adrift on the narrowboat. Mother, son, and wickedness. Peggy Jenkins and her teenage son, Samson, live on a remote stretch of canal in the Midlands. She is a writer and he is a schoolboy. Together, they...

In her dramatic debut, author K.T. Konkoly delivers a bold legal thriller following a tough young lawyer who leaves her thriving practice in New York City behind when a family crisis calls her home. Kari Sharpe never expected to return to Maine. Law school and the Navy JAG Corps pulled her out...

There were numerous better ways for retiree Chris Landrum to begin his day than to listen to a traumatized friend Virgil DeBonnet telling him how he found a body with a knife sticking out his back, floating in a small boat less than a half mile from Chris's cottage.

From the acclaimed author of Hell’s Fire DI Jon Spicer's investigation into the vicious slaying of a Russian asylum-seeker grinds to a halt when the man's identity turns out to be false. It seems the only truth to his story was the fact he was found drifting off the British coast in a small...

Jen is climbing in the mountains near Alajar, Spain. And it's nothing to do with the fact that an old acquaintance, Nick Crawford, may have suggested that she meet him there. But when things don't go as planned with Nick and her brother calls to voice concerns over the whereabouts of Morwenna - their estranged, free-spirited mother - Jen winds up travelling to a refugee camp on the south coast of Malta.

Former Las Vegas homicide detective Jim Snow's luck has been going from bad to worse, spurred by a series of rash decisions and a quickly developing mid-life crisis. He quit the force a few years ago to play poker for a living and has been losing steadily for months. His money is running out - and so is his live-in girlfriend.

Mercy Allcutt's imagination is more exciting than her job as secretary to P.I. Ernie Templeton. As usual, she has nothing to do except gaze out the office window overlooking Pasadena and imagine the plots of stories she plans to write someday. Generally, when she watches the alley behind the Figueroa Building, she needs to imagine someone being strangled, but today was different. She calls the police to report the murder, but the corpse is gone before she hangs up the phone.