Ergebnis für "BLACKOUT" in Weibliche Detektive

Matthias Hegel ist forensischer Phonetiker und der beste Audio-Profiler Deutschlands. Er ist imstande, nur anhand von Tönen, Geräuschen, Dialekten und Stimmfarben ein psychologisches und optisches Profil von Menschen zu erstellen. Dank ihm sitzen einige der gefährlichsten Straftäter im Gefängnis. Erpresser, Geiselnehmer, Attentäter, von denen die Ermittler oftmals nur kurze Audiomitschnitte hatten. Hegel ist faszinierend, charismatisch, schwer durchschaubar. Und: Er sitzt in Einzelhaft. Vor einem Jahr hat er eine obdachlose Frau bestialisch ermordet.

When my mother named me Ophelia, she thought she was being literary. She didn’t realize she was being tragic. On the surface, Annie Powers’s life in a wealthy Floridian suburb is happy and idyllic. Her husband, Gray, loves her fiercely; together, they dote on their beautiful young daughter...

A night you can’t remember was either a really good night or a really bad one. When Erin O’Reilly wakes up in a notorious womanizer’s apartment with a hangover, a new tattoo, and a gap in her memory, she has the feeling she had one of the bad ones. But it turns out New York had a worse night than she did. A power outage in a city is a dangerous thing, between looting, traffic accidents, and interrupted emergency services. Somebody has tampered with Manhattan’s power grid, plunging the city into darkness. Is it a reckless prank gone wrong? Or something much worse?

When Ellison's friend Kay Morrison visits Kansas City from New York, there are certain women who turn green with envy. After all, Kay works in the fashion industry, she actually attended the Battle of Versailles, and her clothes are to die for. Maybe literally. Ellison is convinced someone is trying to kill her friend. Kay is convinced that finding too many bodies has made Ellison paranoid. Both of them are right. Can Ellison catch a killer before it's too late?

Seven hard-won months into her sobriety, sociology professor Maris Heilman has her first blackout. She chalks it up to exhaustion, though she fears that her husband and daughter will suspect she’s drinking again. Whatever their cause, the glitches start becoming more frequent. Sometimes minutes, sometimes longer, but always leaving Maris with the same disorienting question: Where have I been?