Resultados para "Lucien" en Misterio

Nate Burke, ex poliziotto di Baltimora, accetta il posto di capo della polizia di Lunacy - un paesino dell'Alaska che conta 506 abitanti - per fuggire alla crisi causata dal fresco divorzio e dal trauma della morte del suo compagno di lavoro, per la quale si sente in parte responsabile. I primi giorni nella cittadina scorrono tranquilli, a parte qualche piccolo problema di ordine pubblico e una relazione un po' movimentata con l'umorale Meg Galloway, bella e sfacciata. All'improvviso, però, in una grotta nascosta viene ritrovato il corpo del padre di Meg, scomparso sedici anni prima.

Lucie Rizzo is forced to move home to her nutty, mob-infested family. When she parlays her temporary dog-walking gig into a career, she is thrown into a criminal conspiracy straight out of a gangster movie. One that, if she’s not careful, could leave her sleeping with the fishes.

It's a hard fall from grace for Lucie to move back in with her mother until she lands on her feet again. Everything she did before was to get as far away as possible from her mob-infested family. Still, Lucie's determined to make things work. She begins with a part-time gig walking dogs for wealthy clients, and it inspires her to start her own pet accessory line. Frankie Falcone, her smoking-hot ex, wants to start again as if they never stopped. He's no stranger to family ties with "the Family", either, but she's hardly one to throw stones.

This is New Orleans - 1947. It starts as a wandering daughter case when a pretty widow hires New Orleans private eye Lucien Caye to find her 22-year-old daughter. Helen Croix walks into Caye's office with a picture of her missing daughter, Madelyn. She warns Lucien he'll be tempted when he finds the alluring strawberry-blond temptress. Madelyn Croix will most likely seduce him. Helen describes her daughter as rapacious. Lucien has to look up the word to discover it means avaricious, greedy, ravenous - subsisting on live prey.

Mob princess Lucie Rizzo can’t catch a break. Or take one. Building a business empire is hard work, even without her family’s notoriety. Staying out of trouble isn’t exactly her forte. Still, Lucie could use a vacation from Chicago winters and the town where everybody knows her father’s name. So when a certain Irish cop promises warmer days - and hotter nights - Lucie sees an offer she can’t refuse. Detective O’Hottie sweeps her away to the land of sun, sand, and...retirees? Before the real romantic getaway begins, Tim wants to visit his Uncle Henry.

Big business might be ruthless, but Lucie Rizzo learned to take the heat from the best: Her mob boss father. Except instead of cooking the books, she’s mixing up her next moneymaking expansion. But her BFF-turned-partner isn’t sold on the idea. Ro is the creative genius - not to mention the boobs - of their operation, but Lucie has the discerning business palate. And this venture smells like sweet success. All they need is the right investor. French chef Antoine Durand made casseroles sexy again. His closely guarded secret recipe built a billion-dollar empire.

Mob princess turned entrepreneur Lucie Rizzo knows that when you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up. Despite her family’s unshakable criminal reputation, Lucie’s new business is booming. And for once her love life isn’t far behind. Lucie devotes her days to building the Coco Barknell brand, but her nights are all about roguishly sexy Tim O’Brien. At least they will be if she and Detective O’Hottie finally take their relationship to the next level. But bring an Irish cop home to her mobster father?

Paris. Milan. New York. Franklin, Illinois? Aspiring design mogul and reluctant mob princess Lucie Rizzo dreams of taking the fashion world by storm. As the wisest of wiseguys will tell you, to go big, you have to start small. And a local charity fashion show provides the perfect chance to shine the spotlight on Coco Barknell. Not to mention the opportunity to work with the Don Corleone of pet products, Buzzy Sneider. But she didn’t earn that rank by being nice. Buzzy expects everyone to kiss her ring.

Lucie Rizzo’s life is...complicated. She’s worked hard to grow a legit business and leave behind the mob princess reputation. Now her mobster father is on parole, making things awkward at home - especially with her detective boyfriend. And thanks to an inescapable penchant for trouble, Lucie keeps stumbling into the wrong crime at the wrong time. But what could go wrong at a dog show? It’s the perfect venue for Lucie to score visibility for her brand - and some quality time with sexy Irish cop, Tim O’Brien.

Come prowl the lonely, sometimes violent streets of American's most exotic city, the city that care forgot, New Orleans, with a lone-wolf private-eye named Lucien Caye. Unlike most 40s PIs, Caye rarely drinks, doesn't smoke or wear a hat (it messes up his hair). He's six feet tall with wavy, dark brown hair and standard-issue Mediterranean-brown eyes, a sly smile and a clever mind that often gets him into trouble. Caye lives and works in the run-down New Orleans French Quarter of the late 1940s.

The Bell vibrated with a low, guttural tone—too deep for the ear, but heavy in the ribs. It wasn’t ringing. It was gathering. Calloway turned as Graves and Thorne crossed the threshold. Her eyes didn’t show fear—just fatigue sharpened by defiance. Calloway (dryly): Took you long enough. Graves (already at her wrists): Traffic was hell. Her shackles were lined with symbols—sacramental, but wrong. Graves worked the lock with a practiced flick. Thorne: We stopping a ritual or robbing a bank? Graves: With these bastards, it’s the same thing. Click.

Colette Viard ist die Gewinnerin der Kochshow "Le Grand Gourmet", die im französischen Fernsehen für Traumquoten sorgt. Mit dem Preisgeld eröffnet sie ihr eigenes Restaurant. Commissaire Lefevre, der zu den Gästen der Eröffnungsfeier gehört, will gerade eine Gabel des köstlich riechenden Fischgerichtes probieren, als ein Schrei die heitere Stimmung zerreißt. Raul Da Silva, der gefürchtete Restaurantkritiker, ringt um Luft. Als er schließlich vor aller Augen stirbt, ahnt Lefevre, dass ihm dieser Fall noch schwer im Magen liegen wird.

Strahlender Sonnenschein, azurblauer Himmel - farbige Wimpel flattern im Wind. In Hossegor an der französischen Atlantikküste ist internationales Publikum versammelt, jeder feuert sein Team der Surfweltmeisterschaft an. Der Jubel verwandelt sich in Entsetzen, als einer der Lokalmatadoren plötzlich über Schwindel klagt und wenig später tot im Sand liegt... Commisaire Lefevre glaubt nicht an einen Zufall und beginnt zu ermitteln.

Was für ein herrlicher Sommertag! Als eine Leiche gefunden wird, sinkt Lucien Lefevres Laune allerdings schnell unter den Gefrierpunkt. Da alle Kollegen im Urlaub sind, muss der Commissaire auf sein Feierabendritual - den geliebten Pastis - verzichten. Ausgerechnet in dem beschaulichen Küstenort Contis-Plage hat das Meer den Körper eines Mannes freigegeben, der erkennbar nicht freiwillig gestorben ist. Lefevre macht sich auf die Suche nach der Wahrheit. Und steht einer eingeschworenen Dorfgemeinschaft gegenüber, in der jeder seine eigenen Geheimnisse hat.

Zwei frühe deutsche Kriminalgeschichten, deren Geschehen sich spannend und unerwartet aufklärt. Mit Musik von Franz Liszt.

Von einem Tag auf den anderen wird das Leben eines Privatdetektives unübersichtlicher und wilder. Wie konnte es so weit kommen und wie kann er die Kontrolle über sein Leben wiedererlangen?

Avril 1896. Lucie arrive chez son frère, jeune curé de Saint-Martin-de-Blaignac, pour des vacances tranquilles. Mais l'herboriste du village est assassinée et le policier local, plus préoccupé par ses préjugés que par les faits, ne cherche pas vraiment le coupable. Aidée de sa nouvelle amie Isabelle, Lucie se lance dans une enquête pleine de rebondissements pour innocenter son frère.

Things were finally starting to look up for Lucie Rizzo. She has a thriving new business, a new outlook on life, and, most importantly, she never has to live under the shadow of her family ever again. No more mob-princess-shenanigans. This time, she’s determined to keep it that way. So when an art deal she brokered between clients turns suspicious, it’s up to Lucie to uncover the truth. She might not know the difference between Monet and Manet, but Rizzos are no strangers to jail time, and Lucie refuses to be caught up in the mafia-mix again.

Ihr verhasster Job wird ihre neue Chance ... Knall auf Fall steht Edith "Eddie" Beelitz mit ihrer kleinen Tochter Lotti auf der Straße: Ehemann Philipp war eindeutig die falsche Wahl. Weil bei der Bochumer Polizei Personalnotstand herrscht, kann Eddie kurzfristig in ihren ungeliebten Beruf zurückkehren, und das sogar in Teilzeit bei den Mordermittlern. Die haben gut zu tun: Vor dem Jobcenter liegt die Leiche der arbeitssuchenden Ronja Bleier - sie wurde brutal erschlagen. Eddie, die gehofft hatte, nur Schreibarbeiten übernehmen zu müssen, ist überfordert.

"Existe-t-il encore un jardin secret que nous ne livrions pas aux machines ?" Partout, il y a la terreur. Celle d'une jeune femme dans une chambre d'hôtel sordide, ventre loué à prix d'or pour couple en mal d'enfant, et qui s'évapore comme elle était arrivée. Partout, il y a la terreur. Celle d'un corps mutilé qui gît au fond d'une fosse creusée dans la forêt. Partout, il y a la terreur. Celle d'un homme qui connaît le jour et l'heure de sa mort. Et puis il y a une lettre, comme un manifeste, et qui annonce le pire.