Ergebnis für "Valentine" in Hobbydetektive

Es ist Faschingszeit und ein frischer Wind weht durch Bayerisch Öd! Ein neues Kaffeehaus hat seine Türen geöffnet - und die Besitzerin ist eine Neu-Zugezogene aus Wien. Und dann schwirrt auch noch eine mobile Yogatrainerin im Dorf herum. Nach dem feucht-fröhlichen Faschingsmontag gibt es jedoch ein böses Erwachen: Denn es liegen nicht nur Schnapsleichen herum, sondern auch die tote Yogalehrerin! Sie wird ausgerechnet im neuen Kaffeehaus gefunden.

Charlene has hired a van to ferry her B&B guests to an all-you-can-eat corned beef and cabbage dinner hosted by Salem's Irish community at the Ancient Order of Hibernians club—but she should have booked a hearse. It's never a good sign when the family black sheep drunkenly crashes a party by punching the guy dressed as a leprechaun. But things go from troublesome to fatal when Charlene stumbles upon a second brawl in an upper room—and this fight Connor Gallagher loses, his anonymous assailant rushing past Charlene, hidden by a hoodie.

As Annie assists the lead detective in unraveling the mystery, she quickly identifies a host of likely suspects—from an oddball psychic to a professional matchmaker, to a rival bookseller—each with a worryingly plausible motive. With her keen eye for detail, soon Annie suspects there may be connections to the decade-old tragedy of her best friend’s death, which still haunts her. Putting her own Valentine’s Day plans with the irresistible Liam on hold, Annie must solve the crime—before she ends up on a hot date with a killer.

It's Valentine's Day in Tinker's Cove, and while the cupcakes Lucy's baking for her children will have pink frosting and candy hearts, her thoughts aren't centered on sugary sentiments. She's barely arrived at her first board meeting of the newly renovated library when Bitsy Howell, the new librarian, is found dead in the basement, shot only minutes before story hour was to start. The agitated board members assume that Bitsy was killed by an outsider until Detective Lt. Horowitz arrives on the scene and announces that the killer is among them.

1950, New York. Viviana Valentine—Girl Friday turned partner to New York’s top investigator, Tommy Fortuna—is drawn into a sordid new case when Buster Beacon, a wealthy man of science, beckons them to a party at his mansion north of the city. There, Buster entertains blue-blooded friends as well as investors keen to make a dollar on the many advancements made in his home laboratory, but he’s been hearing strange noises in the night coming from his expansive estate, and he doesn’t know who to trust.

With Valentine’s Day approaching, a crime of passion in Raven’s Point sets a dark tone for the month of love. Detectives Peter and Maybelle are called to the scene where a body has been discovered in a parking lot near a popular hiking trail. At first glance, nothing seems unusual—except for the fatal knife wound that turns a quiet town into the backdrop for a chilling murder investigation. As tensions rise, so does the undeniable attraction between Peter and Maybelle.

Mystery bookstore owner Annie Laurance didn't really want to go to her neighbor's Valentine Day masked ball -- particularly not after the voluptuous brunette made a pass at Annie's husband, Max. So when her dizzy mother-in-law, Laurel, made a surprise visit to Broward's Rock Island, Annie...

New York City, 1950. Viviana Valentine is Girl Friday to the city’s top private investigator, Tommy Fortuna. The clients can be frustrating, and none more maddening than fabulously wealthy Tallmadge Blackstone, who demands Tommy tail his daughter, Tallulah, and find out why she won’t marry his business partner, a man forty years her senior. It sounds like an open-and-shut case for a P.I. known for busting up organized crime—but the next day, Viviana opens the office to find Tommy missing and a lifeless body on the floor.

I squeeze into my not-so-little red dress because I’m meeting my handsome detective boyfriend for Valentine’s dinner. When my cat pulls his ‘finicky eater’ act, I detour to the store to buy him something yummy. I’m in the cat food aisle staring at the ugliest cat carrier I’ve ever seen when I hear gunshots. A panicked, lost, black cat, is skittering toward the front door. I do what any sensible person would: I tackle the cat. I rip my dress. I lug that cat around in the ugliest carrier trying to find his owner. But the only guy that will help me is the ghost of the man who was just murdered…