Resultados para "We" en Detectives tradicionales

To allow so young and delicate a girl to tramp England aimlessly in search of some vague and secret information which seemed to be her erratic father's object, was, we decided, an utter impossibility; therefore, following that night of our first meeting at Helpstone, Burton and his daughter remained our guests for a week, and, after many consultations and some little economies, we were at last successful in placing Mabel at school, a service for which we later received her heartfelt thanks.

Detective Tom Watts stepped into the charming ice cream parlor, the sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones enveloping him as he glanced around the bustling shop. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the pastel-colored walls adorned with whimsical ice cream-themed artwork and the lively chatter of customers savoring their frozen treats. Detective Watts's specific objective for the scene was to gather information about the missing child's last known whereabouts and to speak with the owner of the parlor, Mrs. Lacey, who had been the one to report the disappearance.

Ward and Nowak are assigned to investigate a death outside Keighley and when the pathology report arrives, more than a few eyebrows are raised. As more victims drop, Ward realises he’s onto a serial killer with a list to hit. Only this one is so insidious, their tracks are nigh impossible to trace. Ward has to find the culprit. As if that’s not enough, a breakthrough on the Varga caseload delivers a target of such high value Ward will do anything to set this one in his crosshairs. The only trouble is Ward’s not done with Varga yet...and Varga’s not done with Ward.

Yorkshire's golden boy is dead. And everyone's glad. When a local business tycoon is murdered, the sleepy town of Skipton is stunned. However, not all is as it appears. Behind the multi-millions, the business awards, and the flashy life is a man hated by everyone. Daniel Ward soon has a line of suspects longer than a rush-hour traffic jam on the A629. Yet, every enquiry he makes only leads to more questions and suspects, all of whom have shocking, scandalous, and shameful secrets they're trying to keep. But which one is a murderer, too?

When a woman is found brutally murdered just outside the quiet town of Bingley, DI Daniel Ward and his team lead the case. The ex-boyfriend with an anger problem is an obvious suspect, but this case isn’t as open-and-shut as DI Ward would like when the forensics delivers a twist he wasn’t expecting. In the middle of the autumn burglary season, with the Varga case still running rings around them all and his personal life in tatters, an unsolved murder is the last thing Ward needs the DCI breathing down his neck on.

Journalist Joe Talbert investigates the murder of the father he never knew, and must reckon with his own family's past, in this "brilliant sequel" to the national bestseller The Life We Bury (Publishers Weekly) Joe Talbert, Jr. has never once met his namesake. Now out of college, a cub reporter...

When a toddler goes missing in the middle of a bustling Bradford park in broad daylight, Detective Daniel Ward is put on the case. It ought to be an open and shut investigation, but the hours tick by, and Millie Thompson is nowhere to be found. There’s only one conclusion DI Ward can come to: She was taken. When a known child-killer is spotted in the vicinity, Ward fears the worst. He has to catch up with the only lead he has before the infamous Hunters - merciless vigilante justice seekers who will seek retribution at any cost - catch up with his suspect first.

Monica was on the corporate ladder striving to be a high-flying executive, but when the misogynistic bullying from the privileged pale stale males becomes too much she snaps and quits on the spot. At her lowest ebb, a chance remark from her charming slacker brother Paddy identifies a business opportunity – she becomes a pet-sitter! She’s enthusiastic, she loves animals, and she’s got the management skills: it’s bound to be a success, isn’t it? Monica quickly finds dealing with her team of misfits as easy as herding kittens.