Ergebnis für "Duke" in Polizei

DI Duke Lyons is a man on the edge. Between his failed marriage, the pressures of policing, and a ruthless nemesis taunting him, his hard-earned sobriety is being tested. When seventeen-year-old May Whitehead vanishes from the streets of Halifax, Lyons thinks he’s seen it all before; just another runaway teen with a chaotic home life. But his new partner, DS Annie Lockley, isn’t convinced. Newly transferred as a punishment, and desperate to prove herself, she believes May is the latest target of a sadistic predator stalking vulnerable sex workers.

A woman has been murdered and her body is drained of blood. Plus two small punctures on her neck has the Special Investigations Homicide squad, led by Inspector Duke Becker, thinking the absurd. Has she been killed by a vampire? Of course no one believes it, but when an investigation into vampires leads to a club in the heart of New York City, there are doubts.

What would you do if you had been falsely imprisoned? What would you do if while in prison your wife and your children had been brutally murdered and no one cared? For Samuel Maxwell, the decision was easy. He would spend his time in prison learning everything he could to carry out his plan for revenge. Duke Becker is called to Police Chief Rockwell's office because a letter of prophetic murder has come true, and the Chief is sure that more will follow, including one meant for him.

Fresh off the drama several months ago that included a shootout at Rosslyn Station, the last Metro stop in Virginia, and a conflagration at the Federal Courthouse in Washington, D.C., Fairfax County Detective Sergeant Kiki Diaz is leaving an interview in McLean, Virginia when she hears a news report that Virginia Governor Edwin Mills has been assassinated at his Fairfax Station home. She immediately heads to the scene - and as a newest detective assigned to the Robbery-Homicide squad - she’s got the ticket on this one.

Someone shot the victim in her chest five times at point-blank range and left her to die in a cheap motel. Her purse has no ID, cell phone, or car keys, and her room is registered to Benjamin Franklin. She’s no drifter, though. She has $2,000 cash in her wallet, a $10,000 watch in her purse, and a $6,000 dress on a hanger on the bathroom door. Detective Mary Joe Court catches the case and identifies the woman as the estranged spouse of a wealthy investment advisor from St. Louis.

Detective Mary Joe Court sleeps with a shotgun beside her bed and a lovable bull mastiff at her feet. For the past 12 years, she’s hidden from a nightmarish past, but with every passing day, her scars fade, and her heart grows lighter. Now, for the first time in her life, she looks forward to her future. She’s happy. Then she finds the body. Someone shot the victim in her chest and left her to die in a cheap motel. Joe knew her well. She grew up with her. They were sisters, of a sort.