Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Crímenes de detectives aficionados

Professional psychic and FBI consultant Abby Cooper has used her inner visions to get her out of many a scrape - and solve many a crime - but she's about to face a murder scene that will put all her powers to the test. Abby's husband, Dutch, has a side business providing security and building panic rooms for wealthy clients. One morning, one of Dutch's partners, Dave, goes missing on his way to meet a client. Abby's intuition tells her something terrible has happened to him.

Business has been frustratingly slow for Abby. She reluctantly agrees to a job with the FBI, putting her at the center of an internal political struggle between two agents. Abby's skills and patience are tested, but when she helps them locate three college students who've mysteriously disappeared, they know she's the real deal. Her intuition says these weren't random abductions. With her psychic eye wide open she sets out to find a kidnapper.

When a childhood friend of Abby's from Denver, Colorado, finds herself short one bridesmaid, it doesn't take a professional psychic to see the opportunity for a much-needed getaway. But one bridesmaid after the next is mysteriously flying the coop, and Abby's intuition tells her their final destination isn't pretty. With the wedding party falling apart and her gift of sight never quite so foggy, Abby has to save the date - and herself - from becoming the next taffeta-clad target.

Der Fickel steht als Rechtsanwalt am Meininger Gericht auf der Karriereleiter ganz unten. Er ist Terminvertreter (im Fachjargon "Terminhure") und springt in Verhandlungen ein, wenn der "richtige" Anwalt verhindert ist. Dass so einer Verteidiger in einem Mordverfahren wird, kann nur in einem Nest wie Meiningen passieren: Sylvia Kminikowski, designierte Amtsgerichtsdirektorin, wird ermordet im Englischen Garten aufgefunden.

Gestatten: Perez - Lebemann, Kleinganove, Hobbyermittler. Alles in dem kleinen französischen Städtchen Banyuls-sur-Mer, nur wenige Kilometer vor der spanischen Grenze, könnte so entspannt sein, wenn nicht dieser verdammte Tramontane, der von den Pyrenäen herabfallende Wind, die Menschen verrückt machte. Perez würde gern in aller Ruhe sein Restaurant und seinen florierenden Schwarzhandel mit spanischen Delikatessen betreiben. Doch dann tritt der neue Polizeichef aus dem Norden seinen Dienst in Banyuls an, und in Strandnähe explodiert eine stattliche Yacht.