British Crime Mystery

The most disturbing crime they ever worked has come back to kill them. Criminal profiler Doc Powers longs for a peaceful life. Now reunited with his missing girlfriend, his idyllic dreams turn grotesque when someone nails a bloody carcass to his door. With the clues pointing toward a previous case, he fears this is just the start of a dark hunt for revenge...Detective Inspector Jack Carver looks forward to his long-overdue vacation. But when a powerful explosion tragically cuts the trip short, Carver must battle peers who suspect him of setting a devious trap.

Psychotherapist Annie O’Malley thought she’d left the police force forever. The trouble is, she thinks she knows the identity of the killer, and she’s the only one who can hunt him down before it’s too late. O’Malley is drawn back to a world she thought she’d escaped, to a case where every turn reminds her of her childhood and her missing sister. When she’s partnered with DI Joe Swift, a man with more ghosts than people in his past, O’Malley has to make the hardest decision of her life. Save a stranger. Or save herself.

When a local man is brutally murdered in his home library, Kate and Nathan are brought in to find the killer. But this was no ordinary library. Filled with books on the occult, it’s clear that they were after something. Something that was not in the library. Something that they’re willing to kill for. With the clock ticking, Kate and Nathan must find the killers or the item they were after, before they kill again.

Forty modern masterpieces are found concealed on a neutral ship in international waters 16 months before the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Their provenance is sketchy and their final destination unknown. The Royal Navy suspects the works are “degenerate art” seized by the Nazis and shipped across the Atlantic to create cash for their covert operations. But how to prove it? There’s only one man for the job - Roy Hawkins. The British Secret Intelligence Service has put their half-American star agent in tough spots before, and he’s always come out on top.

Detective Mary Hume stares at the crime scene in confusion. She's in an empty flat. Peeling wallpaper. A bloodstained chair in the middle of the room. But no body. Her sergeant hands her a burner phone. On it is a video clip. It shows a woman. Tied to the chair in the flat, a carving knife pressed to her throat. Placed in the woman's lap is a piece of cardboard. Written on it in blood-red is one word: DEADTOWN.

I Surray e i loro cinque figli sono famosi scrittori. Dopo una serata con editori e artisti nella loro casa di campagna dell'Oxfordshire, Ruth, la figlia di mezzo, viene trovata morta nella sua camera, apparentemente suicida. Ma una lettera postuma della stessa defunta recapitata al fratello Richard scombina le carte...

Una notte d'estate per le vie di Londra il sergente Wigan incontra un uomo visibilmente ubriaco. È Michael Fisk, un collezionista di libri rari, che finisce per contagiare il poliziotto con la sua stessa passione. Ma Wigan non può certo immaginare che si troverà coinvolto in un mondo bizzarro e molto pericoloso. Pubblicata per la prima volta nel 1956, un'indagine avvincente nel mondo del collezionismo librario che delizierà insieme gli accaniti bibliofili e gli appassionati del mistero.

Join ace crime reporter Colin Crampton and his feisty Australian girlfriend Shirley Goldsmith as they embark on a new adventure. It all starts when Colin spends a lazy afternoon by the beach with Shirley. But when a daring robbery takes place, Colin reckons he's on the trail of a big story. But nothing about the robbery is what it seems. Colin and Shirley are drawn deeper into danger. Colin encounters a motorcycle rocker with bad teeth, a dyslexic tattooist, and a seller of novelty toilet roll holders as he chases down his story.

Susan Grey’s fiftieth birthday party promised to be a talked-about event—an over-the-top extravagant gathering of a hundred guests at her sprawling Georgian home. But it would be talked about for all the wrong reasons… From an escalated argument to the disappearance of an expensive piece of jewelry, the party was quickly spiraling out of control. But the worst was yet to come—Susan suffered a horrific fall down the grand staircase. Was it an accident, or was she pushed? For DI Grace Roth, relegated to desk duty, this could be a high-profile case and a chance to redeem herself.

It's Alys Pugh's birthday and her mates are organizing a little surprise for her. When she doesn't show up, they realize something's wrong. Later, her body is found in the cold waters of Llyn y Fan. On searching Alys' house, detectives discover an array of seaside objects and suspect they are some sort of message left by the killer. With everyone seemingly harboring a secret, tempers fray and suspicion grows. And when similar trinkets are found in another of their houses, those underlying tensions bubble to the surface. Then someone else in the group is killed.

When young girls start to disappear, newly arrived prison psychologist Saskia Monet is called in to assist Detective Inspector Winter Labey. But Saskia has secrets of her own—ones that give her a unique insight into the mind of a criminal… As a fourth child disappears, a chilling ransom note arrives, along with wooden flutes left at each crime scene—echoing the haunting tale of the Pied Piper. Saskia is convinced the kidnapper's motives run deeper than they are letting on, but can she persuade Winter to trust her instincts before it's too late?

An early-morning jogger is murdered in Hyde Park. It's the center of London, but no one saw him enter the park, no one saw him die. He carries no identification, only a water-logged phone. As the pieces unravel, it's clear that the dead man had a history of deception. Is the murderer one of those that loved him? Or was it someone with a vengeance? It's proving difficult for DCI Isaac Cook and his team at Challis Street Homicide to find the guilty person—not that they'll cease to search for the truth, not even after one suspect confesses.

Will's a nice guy. So when he takes a shortcut to the tube station after a few beers with his mates from work, he steps out of the way of the fellow who's staggering towards him. But he—deliberately—moves back into his path. They knock each other as they pass. Moments later, one man is dead and another's life is changed forever. Or is it? There are no CCTV cameras. There was no one else in the out-of-the-way alley. Maybe the world doesn't have to end for Will after all. But there's always someone watching, and Will's life is about to implode.

A group of children play. Not far away, in the ditch on the other side of the farmyard, the body of a young woman. The nearby village hides as many secrets as the community at the farm, a disparate group of people looking for an alternative to their previous torturous lives. Their leader, idealistic and benevolent, espouses love and kindness, and somebody's not following his dictate. The second death, an old woman, seems unrelated to the first, but is it? Is it part of the tangled web that connects the farm to the village?

When an armed man massacres several people in central London, Claudine witnesses the whole thing. To her horror, one of the victims is her brother, Jethro. Riven by grief, Claudine retreats to the house in the Fens where she and Jethro grew up. When the police contact her, she is left reeling when they tell her Jethro orchestrated the attack. Why would a gentle, if troubled, middle-aged man cause such bloodshed – and why would he include himself in the list of victims? Claudine finds herself down a rabbit hole of mystery, caught up in Jethro's research on a medieval cult.

D.I. Graves is back on the case to face his toughest challenge yet: a case with no motive and no suspect, nothing at all that could explain why someone would kill innocent people and then take parts from the bodies. Then the next victims are discovered: another pair of bodies, new body parts taken, and again in their own home. Someone is breaking into houses across the city at night, leaving horror in their wake. It seems to Graves that this could be two serial killers, working together. But how are they choosing their victims? Is any house in London a target? Is anyone safe?

1979. Leading businesswoman Rebecca is struggling to build healthy relationships. Her on off partner is a philandering police officer, part of the team chasing the Yorkshire Ripper who’s striking terror across the county. Then Rebecca meets Larry, the charming American, with a troubled past. And then of course there’s Mervyn, the creepy journalist who’s desperate for a girlfriend and willing to do anything to keep her in his life. With three very different men craving her attention, and a serial killer on the loose, Rebecca finds herself in a twisted game of cat and mouse.

On a cold Manchester night, Victor Mitchum and his loyal-ish dog witness something they were never meant to see. Living on the streets has made Victor good at watching people—which is exactly why private investigator Kasper Dąbrowski recruits him to help find a missing woman. But as Victor watches from the shadows, he realises he has stumbled into something far more dangerous. Working alongside Kasper and his sister, Victor discovers he’s not just tracking kidnappers—he’s watching killers. And now they know someone is watching them.

From the moment Karen Stannard comes striding in the door, Arnold Landon knows his workplace will never be the same. Now, he is saddled with a project he never wanted: the Ridgeway Viking Trust. Its shady leaders tell him there’s treasure buried in the rolling Northumberland Hills—they just need one more payout to reach it. But is there more to the Trust than meets the eye? Muck-raking journalist Alan Crickley seems to think so. He’s got the scent of corruption and he’s on the trail... Until the day he drives his car into a ditch, a stone’s throw from the dig.

The table is set for family dinner; roast chicken, wine for them and juice for their darling boy, a vase of fresh daisies from the garden for decoration. But the food is cold, and the flowers are wilting. You might think they were sleeping in the next room, if it wasn’t for the blood dripping crimson onto the carpet.