Girls like Violet often came into Dr. Charlotte Keating’s office. Violet wore a wedding ring, but then they all did. They bought them at the dime store just before the appointment. And Charlotte’s response was the same each time: firm but sympathetic refusal.But there was something about Violet. ...
کتاب بدی نیست، جذابیت هایی هم داره که بیشتر در مورد اون جامعۀ مذهبی ساکن برج خوب از آب دراومده. ولی به عنوان یک رمان پلیسی- کارآگاهی فکر نکنم خیلی اثر برجستهای باشه. گره گشایی به تدریج صورت میگیره درست، ولی آخرش صد تا سوال برای خواننده میذاره، که این یارو چرا همچین کرد (نمی گم که داستان لو نره...
A Canadian businessman living near Toronto disappears on the eve of a fishing trip with friends. Is he dead? Has he been the lover of his wife's best friend? Soon these questions appear to be answered...
This classic hardboiled thriller presents the confusing evidence of a wife suspected of murder.
At 8.30pm on the evening of October 13th, Robert Osborne left his ranch house to look for his dog. When he failed to return by 9.30pm, his wife roused the foreman of the ranch and a search was organised. It was the first of many searches covering a period of many months and an area of hundreds of...
Es ist Ende August, die Sommerferien sind vorbei, und der Schulspielplatz in der Kleinstadt San Felice wird wieder von den Kindern bevölkert. Orte mit Kindern sind zu meiden, wenn man schon mal einem kleinen Mädchen zu nahe gekommen ist und die Polizei davon weiß … Von einem sympathischen Pädophi...
The times of terror began not in the middle of the night, but on a bright and noisy morning in February when a feeling of death loomed in the air.
Two women travel together. One mysteriously falls to her death from a balcony in a Mexico City hotel. The other returns to San Francisco and then disappears.
It was almost the way it had happened the first time, with the Mexican policeman, Valenzuela, shouting orders to his men, and the young divers standing around in rubber suits with aqualungs strapped to their backs. In the dream Devon watched, mute and helpless, from the ra...
But I cannot. . . . Fielding’s first hitch got him as far as Ventura, and his second, with a jukebox repairman, landed him in San Félice at the corner of State Street and Highway 101. From there it was only a short walk up to the Velada Café, sandwiched between a pawnsho...