Resultados para "Europa, Europa" en Procedimientos policiales

While she was out enjoying her senior prom, Sarah Brighwater's mother was murdered in their home. The serial killer was known to the police but never caught. Now, 15 years later, Sarah is an FBI agent in the Behavioral Science Unit tracking down killers like the one who killed her mother. When a new string of murders begins and bodies are dumped near her old home town, Sarah wonders about the reemergence of her lifelong tormentor. Could it be him?

State Security Officer Brano Sev is the secretive member of the Ministry for State Security. No one else quite trusts him, but it is part of his job to do what the authorities ask, no matter what. So when he gets an order to travel to the village of his birth in order to interrogate a potential defector, he goes. When a man turns up dead shortly after he arrives and Brano is framed for the murder, he assumes this is part of the plan and allows it to run its course.

FBI Agent Sarah Brightwater and journalist Tyler Ford must team up once more to stop the evil machinations of mass serial killer Dwight Spalding. Two sets of unrelated murders in Virginia begin to become entwined as Spalding's web begins to be unraveled. Sarah is working both cases but can't let the link be known for fear of being taken off them and losing her chance to catch the man who killed her mother. Tyler's involvement in the case become more personal than he imagined possible. Will he be able to escape the plans of the vile murderer who is using him a plaything?

A famous Hollywood director arrives in Bologna to remake a cult film and the city's renown cinema archive decides to mark the occasion with a screening of the original, only to discover it has disappeared. After English detective Daniel Leicester follows the trail of Love Upon a Razorblade to an apparent murder-suicide, he begins to suspect there may be more at stake than missing negatives—could the film contain a clue to one of the city's most enduring mysteries?

Comment, lorsqu'on est une femme seule, travailleuse avec une vision morale de l'existence... qu'on a trimé toute sa vie pour garder la tête hors de l'eau... qu'on a servi la justice sans faillir, traduisant des milliers d'heures d'écoutes téléphoniques avec un statut de travailleur au noir... on en arrive à franchir la ligne jaune ? Rien de plus simple, on détourne une montagne de cannabis d'un Go Fast et on le fait l'âme légère, en ne ressentant ni culpabilité ni effroi, mais plutôt... disons... un détachement joyeux. Et on devient la Daronne.