Ergebnis für "Alice Alone" in Krimis & Thriller

One rainy night in the woods outside of Portland, Dr. Victoria Peres is called to the site of a haunting crime scene. Six beautiful young girls - all in white dresses and arranged in a perfect circle - have been left for dead. Only one girl, fighting for her life at a nearby hospital, has survived the carnage. Things get stranger still when Victoria and the police discover that the disturbing arrangement of the bodies - as meticulous as it is mysterious - is straight from the pages of a decades-old cold case.

“Like all the best suspense novels, Alone will leave you shaken. . . . You can't wait to see what happens next.”—People Who can you turn to when you’re at your most vulnerable? State Trooper Bobby Dodge watches a tense hostage standoff through the scope of his sniper rifle. Dodge...

»Also, kleine Alice, warum kommst du in mein Wonderland? Hier gibt es weder einen netten Hutmacher noch ein weißes Kaninchen.« Er: Du kamst zu mir, weil du nichts mehr hattest. Hast dich hier in meinem Wonderland verlaufen und bist somit vom rechten Weg abgekommen. Meinst du wirklich, hier in der Dunkelheit bist du sicher, vor wem auch immer du flüchtest? Denkst du, ich würde dich beschützen? Oh, kleine Alice, wenn du wüsste, dass du dem größten Monster von allen in die Arme gelaufen bist, wärst du niemals zu mir in mein dunkles Wonderland gekommen.

From the New York Times best-selling coauthor of It Devours! and Welcome to Night Vale comes a fast-paced thriller about a truck driver searching across America for the wife she had long assumed to be dead, performed by the voice of the Alice Isn’t Dead podcast, Jasika Nicole, with an...

Ein herausragendes Thriller-Debut. Alice Salmon ist erst fünfundzwanzig Jahre alt, als sie eines Morgens leblos in einem Fluss in Southhampton gefunden wird. Eigentlich wollte sie am Abend zuvor nur Freunde treffen - sie ahnte nicht, dass dies die letzten Stunden ihres Lebens sein würden. Aber was ist passiert? Ist sie wirklich ins Wasser gestürzt, weil sie zu viel getrunken hat? War es ein tragischer Unfall?

July 2015, Sevenoaks. 12-year-old schoolgirl Alice Johnson went missing while doing her paper round, her bag found discarded on the pavement. At 08.00, she was spotted standing in heavy rain at the side of the busy by-pass. At 11.00, she was seen talking to the driver of a black car in Tonbridge. After that, nothing. Alice was never found. Nine years later the body of another schoolgirl, Joleen Price, is pulled from a nearby lake and a local man named Vince Burns detained. Convinced that Burns is guilty in both cases, SIO Dave Armstrong calls in the Finder.

In 1998, William Queen was a veteran law enforcement agent with a lifelong love of motorcycles and a lack of patience with paperwork. When a “confidential informant” made contact with his boss at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, offering to take an agent inside the San Fernando...

FBI Agent Ella Dark, 29, is given her big chance to achieve her life’s dream: to join the Behavioral Crimes Unit. Ella has a hidden obsession: She has studied serial killers from the time she could read, devastated by the murder of her own sister. With her photographic memory, she has obtained an encyclopedic knowledge of every serial killer, every victim, and every case. Singled out for her brilliant mind, Ella is invited to join the big leagues.

Alice Salmon ist erst fünfundzwanzig Jahre alt, als sie eines Morgens leblos in einem Fluss in Southhampton gefunden wird. Eigentlich wollte sie am Abend zuvor nur Freunde treffen - sie ahnte nicht, dass dies die letzten Stunden ihres Lebens sein würden. Aber was ist passiert? Ist sie wirklich ins Wasser gestürzt, weil sie zu viel getrunken hat? War es ein tragischer Unfall? Die Nachricht ihres Todes verbreitet sich wie ein Lauffeuer, auch über Facebook und Twitter. Gleich werden Vermutungen angestellt: über sie, ihr Leben und ihren Tod.

Death had been chasing me my entire life. I survived the horrors of war, but it was the aftermath that truly destroyed me. People called me a recluse, but the only time I didn’t feel like I was suffocating was inside that house. For my daughter, I kept some semblance of normalcy by implementing a rigid routine. Once a week, I forced myself to walk to the diner at the end of the block—a ritual I despised but relied on as my last anchor to the real world.