Ergebnis für "Kim" in Privatdetektive

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

Privatdetektivin Lucy hat sich auf übernatürliche Fälle spezialisiert. Und von denen gibt es so einige in Berlin, wo es von übersinnlichen Phänomenen nur so wimmelt. Denn vor dreißig Jahren ließ die Strahlung einer Bombe den Aberglauben der Menschen lebendig werden. Heute brüten Dschinns in Kreuzberger Shisha-Cafés, Feen tanzen in Friedrichshainer Clubs, und Hipster-Kobolde sind die Herren der Kneipen von Neukölln.

When Detective Kim Stone and her team are sent to Westerley, a forensic research facility, they discover the body of a young woman, her mouth filled with soil. But she doesn’t belong there. It seems a killer has discovered the perfect cover for their crime. Kim breaks the devastating news of Jemima’s murder to her parents, who speak of a gentle soul with no enemies. Yet when Jemima’s sister confides in Kim that she was afraid to leave the house, Kim is certain that Jemima knew her killer, and is determined to find this brutal murderer before he strikes again.

Privatermittlerin Lucy hat sich auf übernatürliche Fälle spezialisiert. Und von denen gibt es so einige in Berlin, wo Geister in den Plattenbauten spuken und Kobolde den Kiez unsicher machen. Den Auftrag vom Pergamon-Museum, mythische Artefakte zu überprüfen, hält sie für eine leichte Sache. Als sie ausgerechnet die zwei gefährlichsten als Fälschungen identifiziert, wird Lucy auf einmal verdächtigt, die echten gestohlen zu haben. Gejagt von der Polizei heftet sie sich an die Fersen der Diebe, um ihre Unschuld zu beweisen.

Sherlock Holmes wird von einem Freund aus alten Tagen, dessen Tochter entführt wurde, um Hilfe gebeten. Der englische Detektiv reist nach Hamburg und gerät in ein Abenteuer, das seinen Ursprung offenbar in einer indischen Legende und der Cholera Epidemie von 1892 hat.

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

"Find Malcolm. His safety is your safety." Threat or promise, I wasn't hanging around to find out. Not when the sorcerer making it had just yanked me out of my skin for a friendly chat. But with scheming magicians, lurking necromancers, and Callum's long-lost family all competing to make my next out of body experience a permanent one, having a sorcerer on our side seems like a pretty good option. There's just one problem. If we want her help, we need to find her dentist. And we've only got one lead. Weres. Mouth-breathing, ravening monsters with too many teeth and no affection for my kind.

Everyone at the party had a secret. Someone killed to keep theirs. London, 1922. Draper’s daughter Marjorie Swallow is 24, independent, and determined to live life to the full. A secretarial post with enigmatic American detective Mrs Jameson looks just the ticket. And soon she’s in the thick of it. When the bohemian party they attend ends in murder, there is no shortage of suspects. Half of Bloomsbury wanted Mrs Norris dead – but who wielded the knife? Was it the handsome but troubled artist? The vivacious young actress? Or even the aristocratic lady novelist?

Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling necromancers with a good line in attack dogs, it's all we can do to keep ourselves the right side of dead. And that's before we stumble onto something far more sinister. Something that makes one dead son look like small carrots. Something that's going to raise an ancient almost-god and bring the world to its knees.

When a man from Callum's past turns up at our door claiming to have lost both the last herd of unicorns in England and his sister, I knew it should be a hard pass. The past has teeth. But old debts plus a damsel in distress means Callum just can't say no. G&C London, Private Investigators, are plunging deep into the magical underbelly of Leeds, and we're going to have our work cut out for us. Never mind the criminal dynasties, cross-dressing trolls, trained attack lizards, and philosophical donkeys - we need to find the sister and get out before the Watch get involved.

A gritty and thrilling anthology of 28 new short stories in tribute to pulp noir master, Cornell Woolrich, author of 'Rear Window', the inspiration behind Alfred Hitchock's classic film. Featuring Neil Gaiman, Kim Newman, James Sallis, A.K. Benedict, USA Today-bestseller Samantha Lee Howe, Joe R...

While sidekick Matt Flowers shoots a film abroad, Poppy dusts off her own acting chops to break up a Gen Z crime ring targeting seniors in Palm Springs. Tanya Cook and her gal pals have been swindling susceptible residents for all they're worth—until the gang meets Poppy undercover. Yet with the case cracked, the desert heat is on full blast as new terrors take the lead. Poppy's already sweating over a menacing mystery stalker when a shocking death proves she's in serious danger. 

Flappers meet gangsters in the hottest jazz club in Soho. Step back into the roaring twenties with a captivating mystery set in 1920s London. When a night of jazz and dancing with the American ambassador’s niece ends in tragedy, apprentice detective Marjorie Swallow is thrust into a world of shady cocaine deals and opium dens. To discover the truth, she goes undercover as a dance hostess at the notorious Harlequin club and confronts the menacing Armstrong brothers. The quest for answers takes unexpected turns, with secrets lurking in the shadows of Soho and closer to home.

In The Tenth Vote, set in Washington's corridors of power, diplomats, attorneys, tech tycoons, spies, oligarchs, and the press duel in an intricate plot which unfolds like a set of Russian dolls with a surprise final betrayal.

When the Daily Post, the top-selling newspaper of 1924, receives a notice announcing the death of Lord Ravensbourne, something is clearly up. Not only is his lordship the owner of the Post, but he’s still very much alive. Lady detectives Marjorie Swallow and Mrs Jameson must find out who sent the death notice, before the threat becomes reality. But Marjorie quickly discovers that Lord Ravensbourne, a belligerent bully, collects enemies like other men collect stamps. Everyone seems to have good reason to wish him dead.

Who can you trust in a "sunny place for shady people"? A trip to the French Riviera sounds like just the ticket for Marjorie and Mrs Jameson. But from the moment they step aboard the famous Blue Train to the Mediterranean coast, it becomes clear that this won't be an ordinary vacation. They've been invited to stay at the palatial Villa Beau Rivage for a month in the sun, after a dismal summer in London.

Detective duo Mrs Jameson and Marjorie Swallow are called to investigate when a renowned garden designer suspects that someone is sabotaging her priceless Himalayan Sapphire Lilies, ahead of the 1923 Chelsea Flower Show. But soon it’s not just the flowers that are dying. Rival gardeners, intrepid plant hunters and even King George V himself are caught up in a poisonous bouquet with its roots deep in the mountains of Tibet. The third in the Marjorie Swallow 1920s murder mystery series requires all her wit, charm and pluck to solve.

A caper mystery in the truest sense. This wild and zany debut is the story of Shannon "Wall-ass" Wallace, recently fired from her job and dumped by her boyfriend - who also turns up dead. Now she's a person of interest to more than just the cops...The detective in charge of the case turns out to be a former flame - one with a grudge. And he is enjoying Shannon's trouble just a bit too much. When he lets it slip that her boyfriend's murder was also a theft, and several video disks have turned up missing, Shannon knows that her situation is much worse than at first believed.

In a small rural community north-west of Sydney, park ranger Cal Nyx finds a badly decomposed body in the bush. The remains are identified as someone she once knew, and the police are now treating her as a suspect. Determined to prove her innocence, Cal embarks upon a hunt for the real killer - but when it turns out the victim was wanted in relation to a previous murder, the case takes a complicated turn.