Scotland Thriller

When Foreign Secretary Sir Philip Ramon receives a threatening, greenish-grey letter signed 'Four Just Men', he remains determined to see his Aliens Extradition Bill made law. A device in the members' smoke room and a sudden magnesium flash that could easily have been nitro-glycerin leave Scotland Yard baffled. Even Fleet Street cannot identify the illusive Manfred, Gonsalez, Pioccart, and Thery, the Four Just Men dedicated to punishing by death those whom conventional justice can not touch.

When one Edinburgh citizen after another is murdered in the same bloody manner, the newspapers buzz with talk of a serial killer. Smart and capable, but battling disillusionment and loneliness, DS Alice Rice races against time and an implacable killer to solve this series of grisly murders among the professional elite in the city's well-to-do New Town.

Auf dem alten englischen Herrensitz Garre Castle treibt ein altes Gespenst, genannt "der grüne Bogenschütze", sein Unwesen. Der Amerikaner Abel Bellamy hat den Landsitz unlängst erworben. Als zwei Menschen durch grüne Pfeile sterben, befasst sich Scotland Yard näher mit dem Geist...

Lestrade realized abruptly that he was not alone. He turned to face his assailants. Outnumbered, he braced himself for an unfair fight with no delusions of winning. Light glinted off metal as one of the men drew a blade, and Lestrade realized that he was in for more than just a beating.

It's easy to kill a man. It's hard to kill a man well. A 29-year-old man lives alone in his Glasgow flat. The telephone rings; a casual conversation, but behind this a job offer. The clues are there if you know to look for them. He is an expert. A loner. Freelance. Another job is another job, but what if this organization wants more? A meeting at a club. An offer. A target: Lewis Winter, a necessary sacrifice that will be only the first step in an all-out war between crime syndicates the likes of which hasn't been seen for decades. It's easy to kill a man.

Lestrade panted, getting to his feet as the gang of Cheathams fell back. “Right now I can think of worse things than rescue by an amateur detective.” “My dear Lestrade, we're simply ensuring the fight is fair.” Sherlock Holmes somehow dissuaded the truth of that by the way his lips were coiling up at the edges (without letting go of the pipe in his teeth). Perhaps it was because he was clearly in disguise as a seedy deckhand in Dutchman's sailing clothes.

When you’re the editor of a successful investigative journal, you don’t dash around Scotland chasing after loch monsters. But Gill McArdle didn’t believe in unicorns either, and speaking honestly, he was fortunate to walk away from that one. He’s a scientist, and not one of the wild-eyed optimists spending their days, scanning the loch for a creature. And here’s his problem. With every passing hour, evidence mounts that something is stirring.

Meanwhile, Gillan McArdle’s academic career is ending because of one stupid lapse of judgement. Offered a short-term contract, he lands on the Hebridean island of Harris to investigate obscure animal bones. Quickly dismissing the unicorn skull as a thinly disguised fake, he can’t deny there’s something unusual about these bones. Baited by rumors of a majestic tusked horse roaming the uplands, Gill begins to suspect someone is manipulating him. As he gradually unravels the mystery of the skull, he grasps a disturbing conclusion: If this creature does exist, the evidence suggests it’s a killer.

It's 1980 on Florida's Gulf Coast. Sun, drugs, gambling debts, and dirty deals push navy-prison parolee Scotland Ross deeper into the life of crime he never wanted. His sister's life, a potential newfound love, and his own freedom are all on the line as he tangles with a redneck gangster intent on becoming the state's next governor.

Agaton Sax faces one of his most challenging cases yet, when a secretive criminal mastermind steals Scotland Yard's 'register of current criminals' from under the nose of Inspector Joshua Lispington. Agaton will have to employ all of his considerable skill and intellect to get it back, overcoming fake detectives, masked men, incompetent sailors and even dastardly pirates! It’s all just another day in the exciting life of Sweden's finest detective.

It begins with two deaths: a money-man and a grass. Deaths that offer a unique opportunity to a man like Calum MacLean. A man who has finally had enough of killing. Meanwhile two of Glasgow's biggest criminal organizations are at quiet, deadly war with one another. And as Detective Michael...

Lestrade felt his heart fall through his rib-slats and hit the floor. “Bradstreet, please tell me you did not bring Mr. Holmes in while I was stark staring mad.” “What do you take me for? He came himself. Needed a clip of your hair.” “What in God's Teeth did he want with a clip of my hair?” Lestrade shouted.

Magazine editor and part-time archaeologist, Gill McArdle is getting it together. Or at least, he thinks he is, until the death of a friend throws his life into turmoil. He’s on Orkney, researching an elaborate stone carrying an ancient religious motif. But he’s perplexed as the carving long predates any previous incidence of the symbol’s first use. Either someone is tampering with Orcadian archaeology, or Gill is facing a puzzle that can’t be resolved.

DI George Wiley is calling in a favor. As head of a new unit tackling cold and unusual cases, he presents Gill McArdle with a bag of human teeth. His evaluation – a serial killer has been operating undetected in Scotland for decades. With no leads in the case, Wiley wants Gill to leverage his contacts. But Gill McArdle feels under no obligation as he has a puzzle of his own to solve. Roadworks in the Scottish Highlands have uncovered an old battlefield site, and now the race is on to complete an archaeological dig before the site is buried under tarmac.

Inspektor Lestrade hat die Ermittlungen um einen mysteriösen Raub in einem Londoner Juweliergeschäft übernommen. Doch seine Ermittlungen diesbezüglich treten plötzlich in den Hintergrund als eine Leiche im Hyde Park gefunden wird. Inspektor Lestrade erhält daraufhin eine geheimnisvolle Botschaft von einer Informantin. Ihr Hauptbeschuldigter: Ein gewisser Lord Ashford.

This is an excellent, page-turning Sherlock Holmes pastiche by noted author and historian Barry Day. It explores the fascinating "what if" proposition supposing the latent return of a legendary murderer, whose "signature", left upon his victims' skillfully eviscerated bodies, alerts Holmes and Scotland Yard to his unmistakable presence anew in England. To quote the cover of this recently released book: "Sherlock Holmes meets Jack the Ripper, Oscar Wilde, and THE Woman!"

The rule of law is fundamental in a democratic society. What happens when the rule of law becomes the rule of lawyers? Listen to my account of the Kafkaesque manipulation of the law and the truth in order to cover up the urgent need to investigate longstanding concerns about organised child abuse in Scotland.

“That Woman in the Croft” is a mystery-thriller set in the atmospheric Highlands of Scotland. It centers around the decaying MacCallum Lodge, a once-prestigious hunting lodge struggling financially. Tensions run high among the staff and guests, particularly between the lodge owner, Hugh MacCallum, his younger wife, Isla, and the rugged gamekeeper, Robbie McTaggart. As whispers of infidelity and unspoken desires simmer beneath the surface, the arrival of the mysterious and alluring Siofra Ravensway turns the lodge's dynamics on its head.

En gravid kvinde bliver dræbt under et røveri i en lille købmandsbutik. Snart viser det sig, at dette kun er én i en række af systematisk udførte forbrydelser - organiseret af en yderst effektiv bande. Roger West fra Scotland Yard må bruge al sin intelligens - og mod - for at optrævle den brutale bande.

Da Daphne Mallow kommer til bevidsthed, er hun i helvedes forgård. Bundet, kneblet og indespærret - og med ingen udsigt til at undslippe sine overfaldsmænd. Og Daphne Mallow er blot ét ud af flere ofre. For mystiske penge trækker deres blodige spor i kølvandet på en række morderiske hændelser. Alle affødt af en skånselsløs griskhed. John Creasey (1908-1973), engelsk forfatter og politiker.