Ergebnis für "H.R." in Krimis

Detective Inspector Ghote vom CID Bombay wird aufs Land geschickt. Als Hühnerfuttermittelvertreter getarnt soll er für einen Politiker die Todesursache der Gattin eines Konkurrenten ermitteln. Dummerweise ist besagte Gattin schon fünfzehn Jahre tot und niemand in der Kleinstadt hat die geringste Lust, sich mit dem örtlichen Machthaber anzulegen, der vor keinem Mittel zurückschreckt, um Ghote zu stoppen. Und dann tritt auch noch ein heiliger Mann in den Hungerstreik und wiegelt die Bewohner auf, damit Ghote endlich abreist.

Who wanted him? What for? Why was Roger Farrar (if that was his name) on the run in Dublin? Was he a traitor and deserted? The innocent target of a kidnap plot? Or a lonely persecuted paranoiac? One thing is certain: he is likely to suffer a fate worse than death if he is caught by the gross villain who specialises in brain-washing.

Ein filmreif in Szene gesetzter Mord erschüttert die berühmten Bollywood-Filmstudios von Bombay. Für einmal ist der Mord nämlich echt und endet äußerst tödlich. Das prominente Opfer: Indiens gefeierter Leinwandschurke Dhartiraj, ein Superstar. Detective Inspector Ghote sieht endlich seine Chance gekommen, sich als genialer Starermittler in der High-Society einzuführen. Doch hinter den Kulissen dieser eitlen Welt voll Glanz und Glamour lauern tausend Fallstricke auf den arglosen Aspiranten.

Es sieht zunächst ganz harmlos aus: Inspector Ghote soll nach Kalkutta reisen, dort einen Meisterverbrecher in Empfang nehmen und ihn nach Bombay eskortieren. Aber weil Ghote die Gelegenheit nutzen und aus der Reise einen Kurzurlaub machen will, nimmt er den Zug. Das hätte er besser nicht getan, denn seine Mitreisenden stellen sich schon bald als äußerst seltsam heraus. Die Reise quer durch Indien wird sehr, sehr aufregend.

For the first time in a really long time, I’ve got a boyfriend—Dr. Henry Jekyll. And he’s everything you’d want a boyfriend to be—charming, sweet, loyal. Only problem is, I can’t be left alone with him. Yeah, you read that right. Ever since I agreed to becoming a full-time employee of the Holmwood Association (that apprehends monsters), I’m being kept under lock and key. If I’m allowed outside the compound, it has to be with a chaperone—all owing to the fact that I’m half vampire.

Students at Lissa’s witch academy are falling ill—clearly under the effects of Hyde, an illegal street drug. When another young woman’s mutilated body is found in an alley, I realize we’ve got a murderer on the loose. And I have a feeling the two cases are tied.… I’m just not sure how or why. As if that isn’t stress-inducing enough, the vampire council is in town, and that means I need Vlad’s protection. What I don’t need is his constant amorous attempts.

A princely state in India, 1930, under the British Raj. To Bhopore and its opulent Summer Palace comes a handful of Western visitors to meet the outrageous Maharajah and his entourage. There they meet the Maharajah's heir, the sensual Porgy, and his English chorus-girl mistress. They meet the enigmatic chief minister, and the aloof British Resident, with his dignified little nine-year-old son. And before long they also meet sudden death.

Laurie Ahmadi has worked as a 911 police dispatcher in her quiet Northern California town for nearly two decades. She considers the department her family; her husband, Omid, is its first Arab American chief, and their teenage daughter, Jojo, has grown up with the force. So when Laurie catches a 911 call and, to her horror, it’s Jojo, the whole department springs into action. Jojo, drugged, disoriented, and in pain, doesn’t remember how she ended up at the home of Kevin Leeds, a pro football player famous for his on-the-field activism.

It is Inspector Ghote's bad luck to be landed with the case of the perfect murder at the start of his career with the Bombay Police, for in this most baffling of crimes there is the cunning and important tycoon Lala Varde to contend with. And as if this were not enough, he finds himself having to investigate the mysterious theft of one rupee from the desk of yet another very important person, the minister of Police Affairs and the Arts.

Kindesentführung in Bombay. "Keine Polizei!", fordern die Erpresser. Aber weil Detective Inspector Ghote so unauffällig und gar nicht wie ein Polizeibeamter aussieht, wird er in die elegante Penthousewohnung des reichen Fabrikanten Manibhai Desai geschickt, um dabeizusein, wenn die Kidnapper anrufen. Da stellt sich heraus, dass die Entführer das falsche Kind erwischt haben: Desais Sohn hatte mit Pidku, dem Sohn des Schneiders, im Spiel die Kleider getauscht.

The time and place, Victorian England on the cusp of a new century where the marvels of science will spur the Industrial Revolution to new heights of cultural wonder. And yet amidst this societal upheaval, the dark elements of humankind continue to worm their way through the streets of London and its surrounding countryside. Murder and mayhem remain and thus the work of Sherlock Holmes continues; his powers of deductive reasoning are the crucial bulwark to stem this tide of villainy.

Now at the fresh age of 42, I’m looking for a new start, a new book, and even new love—something I’m hoping to find with the local blacksmith named Leo. Leo seems to be all contradictions: hulking but shy, soft-spoken yet enormous, boyish yet in his mid-40s. What I’m not planning on, however, is that the little cottage I’ve moved into, called Bluebells, is haunted!

Baltimore homicide detective Lane O'Reily takes on the case of a lifetime when he is handed a murder investigation involving a string of young women. Desperate to solve the case before another victim turns up, he must rely heavily on his only witness, a survivor to the crimes. She begins harassing and stalking him, and with his marriage, career, and life on the line, he must decide if the obsessive witness is leading him down a path to the murderer, or down a trail littered with lies, betrayal and, ultimately, a dead end.

In this edgy thriller from acclaimed author R.J. Jagger, Denver homicide detective Nick Teffinger finds his life shaken to the core as he hunts two criss-crossing assassins, one of whom may be targeting his attorney-lover and the other of whom may be in a unique position to prevent the kill.

On a rainy night in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen, a woman throws a doll from the fifth-floor window of a gutted tenement, then leaps herself. From his own apartment a few blocks away, freelance photographer David Corman listens to the radio reports as they come over his headset. Corman is a man at the edge, threatened with eviction, besieged by his wife’s attempt to regain custody of their daughter, yet reluctant to give up the life that permits him to roam the night. In the woman’s dying fall, he sees the chance to sell a story....

Mr. McKelvie (America's answer to a well known English detective) confronts a truly evil person in this exciting novel: "My mind remained appalled before the contemplation of the devilish ingenuity of this man, who could plan the murder with such diabolical cunning."