Ergebnis für "Chambers" in Privatdetektive

Jack Farlowe, der "König der Bettler", verschwindet unter mysteriösen Umständen. In der Londoner Unterwelt galt er als Kopf einer betrügerischen Bettlerbande, die überall in der Stadt ihr Unwesen treibt. Seine Verlobte, Miss Emma Prentiss, will die Wahrheit wissen und heuert einen namhaften Detektiv an, der bald den Verbleib des Verschwundenen aufklären soll. Noch ahnt Emma Prentiss nicht, was ihr bevorsteht, als sie in der Nähe des Lokals "Golden Dust" zum Aufenthaltsort ihres Verlobten geführt wird.

When shots are fired, bodies turn cold. Detective Andrea Mainiero knows this all too well when a squad of home invaders raid her house after a night of lovemaking. Her boyfriend is gunned down and her old friend, Lacy Barret, goes missing. Andrea and her smooth-talking partner, Bret Gamble, must shuffle through the clues of a series of crimes to discover Lacy's kidnapper.

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.

Santana Sokolov - John "Dick" Chambers' client and a woman he wouldn't mind getting to know much better. Well, if her opinion of him wasn't already so low, it had to look up to see the bottom of her boots. His case is moving forward, but for every two steps forward, it seems someone is trying to kill him. That gets annoying after a while. Make a little head-way, dodge bullets, get into a fight, run for your life. Wash, rinse, repeat. Atlantica isn't giving up her secrets easily, and others are now playing in the game. 

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson are invited to the wax museum of the Tussaud family. In the chamber of horrors, alongside the wax figures, there lies a real human corpse of mysterious origin.

Jay Maxwell has always suspected foul play was involved in the plane crash that killed his husband. When his house is ransacked, he retains the services of Real Answers Investigations to help him figure out if he's also in danger.

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.