Ergebnis für "Chambers" in Für Hartgesottene

There are two kinds of serial killers—organized and disorganized. This killer that Wren Delacroix is trying to make a profile for? He’s both. Or neither. Or… she doesn’t know what, but she can’t make heads or tails of his crime scenes. The killer leaves his teenage-girl victims where he killed them. Naked, dirty, and destroyed, they are tossed aside like nothing, and he runs. This is classic disorganized presentation.

Gutsy reporter Lark Chadwick once again finds herself at the wrong place at the right time: front-row center when the White House press briefing room is suddenly attacked. The president is missing, the first lady's life is at risk, and Lark's personal life is falling apart when the man she loves disappears.

In StreetWhys, underground detective Dickie Cornish faces a vindictive murder rap from his past if he doesn’t agree to help prove that the fentanyl ravaging the streets of DC is bankrolled by shadowy donors of a certain former president. Broke and desperate, Cornish soon finds himself on a collision course with shady public defenders and corrupt police officers, forcing him to use his street connections to flip their plan. Or die.

It’s been fifteen years since Vivian Delacroix unleashed her followers on the town of Cardinal Falls. The cult members killed anyone Vivian told them was a threat to their beliefs. Now, another killer takes young girls of nine or ten, all related to Vivian’s original victims. He drugs them, suffocates them, and painstakingly arranges them in ritualistic poses. The bodies give up no evidence to the killer’s identity.

Some mysteries don't solve themselves.... The trail seems never ending. Sadie Turnberry had played her cards close to her chest, but she's not the main target anymore. Another name whispers in the wind. A name with no background but a whole lotta legacy. Dick has caught a whiff of the endgame and now he can't let go, no matter who gets in his way. Accompanied by a fabled mercenary slash assassin-for-hire, Valentina Winters, Dick is about to bring the whole system crumbling down on itself.

When a photo she took ends up splashed across a sleazy tabloid, Tootsie launches into an investigation to figure out who leaked it. Pounding the pavement, she follows the leads to a seedy massage parlor. One step inside and she knows something isn’t right.

A gritty, hard-boiled mystery featuring a tough, snarky, female private eye from 1970s New York City. Another case has fallen onto the desk of Tootsie Carter; a female detective armed with a snub-nosed Colt .38, unmatchable wit, and a pocketful of Tootsie Rolls. New York City, 1975. A missing wife. The seedy underbelly of the boxing world. Lace your gloves, and ring the bell, PI Tootsie Carter is on the case.