Noir Mystery Thriller

Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro's latest client is a prominent Boston psychiatrist running scared from a vengeful Irish mob. The private investigators know something about cold-blooded retribution. Born and bred on the mean streets of blue-collar Dorchester, they've seen the darkness that lives in the hearts of the unfortunate.

In a sleepy Devon village, a woman is taken from the streets. Local vet Jenny is horrified. This kind of thing doesn’t happen here. But it’s not the first time she’s been so close to a crime scene. The daughter of a prolific serial killer, she’s spent her whole life running from who she really is. And the crime is harrowingly similar to those her father committed all those years ago.

Tough, cynical PI Sam Spade is hired by the story's irresistible femme fatale, Brigid O'Shaughnessy, to locate the client's sister by tailing her companion. Spade's partner, Miles Archer, takes on the assignment, and quickly both he and the man he was shadowing are murdered. As Spade pursues the mystery of his partner's death, he is drawn into a circle of colorful characters - all of them after a legendary statuette of a falcon fashioned long ago for King Charles of Spain.

There is something of both the absolutely spectacular and positively disgraceful about Tehran. But most writers around the world are inclined to think that their own sprawling metropolis is the capital of every imaginable vice and crime, of impossible love and tenderness and cruelty and malice in measures that seldom exist anywhere else. For me, Tehran's case is no different - except that there really is a difference here. The city may be a hothouse of decadence, a den of inequity, all that. But it still exists under the watchful eye of a very unique entity, the Islamic Republic.

"Vêtue d'un pyjama en satin écru, la jeune femme repose dans une baignoire remplie, en position de fœtus inversé. Ses mains et ses chevilles sont étroitement liées derrière son dos et elle flotte encore avec un soupçon de grâce." À Columbia, sur la côte est des Etats-Unis, c'est la scène macabre que découvre le lieutenant Sandino. Officier intègre, c'est aussi un homme brisé depuis la disparition de sa famille.

Summer has come to Atlantic City but the boardwalk is empty of tourists, the casino lights have dimmed, and two Jane Does are laid out in the marshland behind the Sunset Motel, just west of town. Only one person even knows they’re there. Meanwhile, Clara, a young boardwalk psychic, struggles to attract clients for the tarot readings that pay her rent. When she begins to experience very real and disturbing visions, she suspects they could be related to the recent cases of women gone missing in town.

It's 1918. The war in Europe grinds on, and the Spanish flu seems to be on an insatiable killing spree. But in the small fishing village of Parrsboro, Nova Scotia, a more confined drama-harrowing and provocative-slowly unfolds. It begins when Elizabeth Frame murders her husband hours after their wedding and thrusts the revolver into the blowhole of a beached whale.

Voulez-vous vraiment connaître la vérité ? Le dernier message pourrait vous plonger dans des abysses d'angoisse et de folie... Île d'Iona, à l'ouest de l'écosse. Des plaines d'herbes brunes parsemées de roches noires. Et au bout du "Chemin des morts", la silhouette grise du monastère. Derrière ces murs suppliciés par le vent, un pensionnaire vient d'être retrouvé assassiné. Son corps mutilé de la plus étrange des façons. C'est l'inspectrice écossaise Grace Campbell qui est chargée de l'enquête. Après un an de mise à l'écart, elle joue sa carrière, elle le sait.

It was the standard blackmail scheme. For years, sultry Lysa Dean's name on a movie had meant a bonanza at the box office. Now a set of pictures could mean the end of her career.When first approached for help by lovely Dana Holtzer, Lysa's personal secretary, Travis McGee is thoroughly turned off by the tacky details. But being low on cash, and tenderly attracted by the star's intriguingly remote secretary, McGee sets out to locate his suspects -- only to find that they start turning up dead!

Begun in 1959 by a twenty-two-year-old Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary is a brilliantly tangled love story of jealousy, treachery, and violent alcoholic lust in the Caribbean boomtown that was San Juan, Puerto Rico, in the late 1950s.

Entre suspense effréné et humour décapant, un des tous premiers thrillers du créateur de frissons. Une série d'ores et déjà culte sur les drôles d'aventures de Zack Walker, le plus attachant des antihéros. Son épouse et ses ados respirent, Zack Walker a trouvé un job. Lui, l'angoissé chronique, l'obsédé de la sécurité, a renoncé à son rôle d'homme au foyer/écrivain de science-fiction pour entrer à la rédaction du journal local.

They thought they were safe. They were wrong. The murder of a young prostitute and a baby found abandoned on the same winter night signals the start of a disturbing investigation for Detective Kim Stone - one which brings her face to face with someone from her own horrific childhood. As more sex workers are murdered in quick succession, each death more violent than the last, Kim and her team realize that the initial killing was no one-off frenzied attack, but a twisted serial killer preying on the vulnerable.

When Detective Kim Stone is called to a local business, what she sees leaves her speechless. The photo on the driving license bears little resemblance to the man laid out before her, and she knows she’s up against the most twisted killer she has ever encountered. But as she breaks the devastating news to the victim’s wife, Diane Phipps, Kim can’t help feeling that something isn’t quite right about the woman’s reaction.

When a murderer leaves a familiar pink scarf as his calling card, Detective Chief Inspector Whitney Walker is forced to dig into a cold case, not sure if she's looking for a killer or a copycat. With a growing pile of bodies, and no clues, she turns to forensic psychologist Dr. Georgina Cavendish despite their relationship being at an all-time low. Can they overcome the bad blood between them to solve the unsolvable?

She needed a boxman; she chose me. The best. She was a torch singer with a voice like an angel and a face like the girl next door. But a dark secret haunts her past, threatening her life. She hired me to fix that secret. To kill it. But killing a secret can sometimes become lethal. And that simple in and out job…nothing but catastrophe. Smoke Gets in My Eyes, a vintage noir mystery

Caught in a snowstorm of drugs, passion, and hate, Spenser investigates a cocaine-related murder.

Mr. Saltz—known only as The Undertaker—runs a funeral parlor with secrets hidden beneath every floorboard. Emotionless, tasteless, and cold by nature, Saltz disposes of bodies for the city's most powerful crime boss, Manford Van Johnson. But when a relentless detective begins to connect the dots, and rival families move in to clean house, the quiet shadows start to stir.

Still haunted by his suspected involvement in a plot against Castro, Ford ventures to Cuba - where he finds himself entangled in a web of murder, revenge, and assassination.

A bitter divorce is only the beginning. First the father hires thugs to kidnap his son. Then the mother hires Spenser to get the boy back. But as soon as Spenser senses the lay of the land, he decides to do some kidnapping of his own.

Journaliste pour une dépêche locale, David Harwood pensait avoir eu une bonne idée pour le week-end : quoi de mieux, en effet, qu'une journée dans un parc d'attractions avec leur fils de quatre ans, Ethan, pour changer les idées dépressives de son épouse Jan ? Or, à peine sont-ils arrivés que Jan se volatilise. David fait bientôt figure de suspect numéro 1 aux yeux de la police car rien ne semble confirmer l'état dépressif de Jan, que lui seul semble connaître, ni même que la jeune femme était bien avec lui au parc d'attractions.