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In the small woodsy town of Henderson, California, the electric company is strict about sick days. So when meter-reader Vejay Haskell decides to play hooky, her first concern is staying out of sight. She skirts around the edge of town, making her way to Frank’s Place, a cozy saloon owned by her friend Frank Goulet. After two cups of hot buttered rum, they have an argument and she storms out into the pouring rain. She goes home, takes a nap, and awakens sober, embarrassed, and ready to apologize. But by the time she gets back to Frank’s bar, he is dead.

Although the citizens of Berkeley are famously tolerant, that progressive attitude disappears at the property line between the homes of Dr. Hasbrouck Diamond and Leila Sandoval. In the Berkeley hills , there are no worse neighbors than Diamond and Sandoval. What began as a tiff about garbage cans and street parking has exploded into full-blown war, drawing in the city, the press, and now—to the irritation of detective Jill Smith—the police department.

When the men find him, the boy’s legs look like they were run through a wood-chipper. He’s bleeding heavily and near death, but he still has strength to tell them of the monster that attacked him: a dark, massive creature that emerged from the bottom of the lake. The child dies before he can say more. Sheriff Billy Wintone has seen too much superstition, drunkenness, and rage in this small Ozarks town to believe the delirious boy’s tale of a monster lurking under the lake’s dark waters. Like it or not, however, Wintone must scour the woods for the man or beast who killed the child before the start of fishing season.

On screen, Sandy Broderick is everything a newscaster is supposed to be. He has a deep voice, a 10,000-watt smile, and the God-given ability to banter with weathermen until his ears fall off. But when the cameras turn off, he has a private problem: His 20-year old son, Bud, has disappeared. Amos Walker is going to find him. The boy and his junkie girlfriend are both gone, and Broderick is terrified - not for his son, but for his career. The station is about to do an exposé on drugs in Detroit, and the newscaster doesn’t want his boy’s addict girlfriend to get in the way of his Pulitzer.

Four old women return from a Bahamas vacation with four more suitcases than they had when they left. They leave them behind at baggage claim, and a stranger picks them up - disappearing with the extra suitcases and the hundreds of pounds of cocaine they hold. The grandmothers are smugglers, supplementing their social security with criminal income, but one of them is tired of the deception. She goes to the DEA to inform on her employer, a vicious drug lord named Trelana, and when he learns she has snitched her age does not buy mercy.

Hattie Evans, a retired schoolteacher, isn’t one to fuss. When her husband drops dead of a heart attack, she does her best to move on without too many tears. After all, Jerome was 70 years old. But an anonymous note, asserting that her husband was murdered, shakes her resolve, and she seeks out help. The police are useless, save that they send her to Fred Carver - a former Orlando cop who turned PI when a bullet shattered his left knee. Her case takes Carver into the depths of Solartown: an old-age mecca where 70 is the new 40, golf carts are the only way to get around, and death from natural causes is nowhere to be found.

A call from an ex-husband is never welcome. For Berkeley cop Jill Smith it wins a Nobel Prize for chutzpah. Her ex wants a favor. His "friend" and co-worker, Anne Spaulding, is missing. Anne's ransacked apartment - complete with blood-sprayed walls - gives Jill the chilling feeling that her ex may be up to his arrogant neck in murder. Now Jill's out with the street people of Berkeley and the crazies of People's Park to uncover the fate of a welfare worker. But her best suspect is her ex: the former "significant other" who still pushes her buttons.

Barry Stackpole was tough once. Amos Walker met him in a Cambodian shell crater when Walker was serving his country and Stackpole was on the payroll of the Detroit News, and they formed the kind of bond that war often creates. At war’s end, they returned to the Motor City, where Stackpole took to reporting crimes and Walker to solving them. A violent run-in with a big time mobster left Stackpole a leg and two fingers short, and he became an alcoholic. He has made several attempts to get his life straight since, but never quite managed.

Joel Brandt swears he’s never met the woman before. His wife dead six months before, the small-time businessman is perplexed when Del Moray police inform him that a local woman, Marla Cloy, has accused him of harassing her. According to her, Joel has been lurking outside of her house, following her car, even assaulting her at the grocery store. Brandt says it’s all a lie, but the police don’t believe him. He goes to Fred Carver, an ex-cop turned PI, for help clearing his name.

On a hot Saturday night in Manhattan, Father Duffy sits in a confessional, growing alarmed as he listens to the voice of a distraught young man who speaks of bloody hair and a dead woman and a compulsion to do things with a hammer that he does not understand. Before the priest can persuade the man to confess to the police, the killer flees, still clutching the hammer.

The tabloids were full of it. Constance Thayer, after a night of clubbing, drinks, and drugs, had taken an automatic pistol from the collection of her industrialist husband Doyle Thayer Jr. and emptied it into his back, as he lay naked and unconscious in their Iroquois Heights home. The news of Constance Thayer's X-rated past breathed new life into the scandal for another month. Walker's job was to gather enough dirt on the late Mr. Thayer to make his widow look clean by comparison. What he found was a monstrous magnate, a dubious corpse, and a gang of country-style gunrunners.

Each year the Bohemian Club - a clique of powerful conservatives whose ranks include Nixon, Reagan, and Kissinger - gathers for a confidential meeting in the backwoods town of Henderson, California. Though their activities are shrouded in secrecy, Henderson meter-reader Vejay Haskell is about to get an all-too-close inside look. Searching the countryside for a coworker’s missing niece, she finds the beautiful gymnast lying dead in the bottom of a sewer drain.

Detective Masuto investigates a Hollywood kidnapping that leads to a shocking conspiracy. Angel is Hollywood royalty. Her husband, Mike Barton, is one of the silver screen’s most bankable stars, and their marriage has all the hallmarks of a Beverly Hills fairy tale. But everything about Angel’s past is kept secret, including her real name. When reporters ask why Mike dubbed her Angel, she says that she must have fallen from heaven. No one knows where Angel Barton is from, and now no one knows where she has gone.

With eviction looming, St. Ives searches for a big payday and a rare book. Philip St. Ives has no love for New York's drafty, broken-down Adelphi Hotel, but he is in no mood to be evicted from it. His cash dwindling, he is happy to learn about a job that calls for his specific talents as a mediator between thieves and their victims. It sounds like the set-up to a bad joke: A thief, an insurance salesman, and the Library of Congress call Philip's lawyer to ask about a stolen copy of Pliny's Historia Naturalis. To find it, Philip will risk becoming history himself.

"Niemand schöpfte Verdacht. Und niemand vermisste sie. Er hatte dafür gesorgt, dass sie nicht mehr auftauchen würde. Nie mehr." Eine eiskalte Nacht in München. Ein Mann hört Hilferufe im Englischen Garten und verständigt die Polizei. Nur wenige Stunden später geht eine Anzeige bei der Münchener Polizei ein - eine attraktive, junge Frau wird vermisst. Kurz darauf wird ihre Leiche geborgen. Die Obduktion ergibt: Die junge Frau wurde vergewaltigt und lebendig in der Nähe des Eisbachs begraben.

The second gripping instalment in the DI Paolo Sterling crime series. Detective Inspector Paolo Sterling is determined to shut down the syndicate flooding Bradchester’s streets with young prostitutes. When a child is murdered, Paolo becomes aware of a sinister network of abusers spread across Europe and spanning all levels of society. But Joey, the shadowy leader of the gang, always seems to be one step ahead in the chase. Has Paolo come up against a criminal he cannot defeat?

Les Doges, un lieu-dit au fin fond des Cévennes. C'est là qu'habite Gus, un paysan entre deux âges solitaire et taiseux. Ses journées : les champs, les vaches, le bois, les réparations. Des travaux ardus, rythmés par les conditions météorologiques. La compagnie de son chien, Mars, comme seul réconfort. C'est aussi le quotidien d'Abel, voisin dont la ferme est éloignée de quelques mètres, devenu ami un peu par défaut, pour les bras et pour les verres. Un jour, l'abbé Pierre disparaît, et tout bascule.

Pas assez d'eau pour noyer un homme, pas assez de bois pour le pendre, pas assez de terre pour l'enterrer... Rattrapé par l'âpreté de l'Irlande, le libraire de Montmartre pourra-t-il échapper à son destin ? Traqué par les polices française et irlandaise, son spectre se fond dans les tourbières, se confond aux brumes, se morfond dans les pubs... Ombres et lumières des légendes celtiques, mystères de l'âme irlandaise, au cœur de l'action policière...

Texte susceptible de choquer. À déconseiller aux âmes sensibles. L'Art. Jusqu'où certains sont-ils prêts à aller en son nom ? Des familles entières disparaissent, enlevées à leur domicile. Une horrible machination est mise en place pour satisfaire les appétits déviants de fortunés amateurs d'art. Soraya, adolescente de 16 ans, sera-t-elle le grain de sable dans ces rouages infernaux ?

La vérité est ailleurs. Dans l'hiver glacial du Vermont, pas très loin de Salem, une maison abandonnée, quatre cadavres de petites filles carbonisés, la cinquième a disparu... l'enquête commence. La presse joue la piste pédophile, la police, celle de la sorcellerie. Et si ce n'était qu'une chasse à l'homme dont le gibier était l'homo sapiens ? "La première chose qu'il vit, ce fut le symbole rouge au-dessus de la porte d'entrée. Une étoile à cinq branches dans un cercle dont le lieutenant ignorait la signification. L'impression angoissante d'être devant les portes de l'Enfer."