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Henry Bins is only awake one hour a day. Can you imagine only being awake for one hour each day? Can you imagine having to cram your entire existence into sixty measly minutes? Two minutes to shower. Three minutes to eat. Five minutes to watch TV. And in that 3600 seconds you have awake, imagine that you have to figure out...Who murdered the woman across the street?

Confessions of a Thug is an English novel written by Philip Meadows Taylor in 1839 based on the Thuggee cult in British India.This book is a tale of crime and retribution. Set in 1832 in India, the story lays bare the practices of the Thugs, or deceivers as they were called, who lived in boats and used to murder those passengers whom they were able to entice into their company in their voyages up and down the rivers.

Everyone has secrets they would prefer to keep buried, but that’s what makes me so good at what I do. I’ve always been able to sense when people are lying, be it through their body language or the way they speak. As a criminologist, I’ve made it my life’s mission to help those who’ve suffered miscarriages of justice appeal their wrongful convictions. Thirty years ago, my 13-year-old sister was murdered and it felt like a part of me died with her.

'Fantastic' Martina Cole 'Dark, sharp and compelling' Peter James 'A thrilling curtain raiser for what looks set to be a great new series' Mick Herron *SHORTLISTED FOR THE 2019 CWA GOLD DAGGER AWARD* *SHORTLISTED FOR THE 2019 BEST CRIME NOVEL OF THE YEAR IN THE AMAZON PUBLISHING READERS' AWARDS*...

Schreie zerreißen die nächtliche Stille einer Parkanlage. In letzter Sekunde kann der mörderische Anschlag auf eine Frau vereitelt werden. Sie kommt mit dem Leben davon, doch durch das traumatische Ereignis verliert sie ihr Gedächtnis. Kriminalkommissarin Karin Wolf, die zum Schutz dieser Frau eingeteilt wurde, versucht Stück für Stück die Vergangenheit der Frau zu rekonstruieren, um den Täter aufzuspüren. Schon bald muss Karin feststellen, dass ihr Schützling immer noch in Lebensgefahr schwebt. Der Verfolger hat seine Jagd noch lange nicht beendet.

Lorenzo Gambini is bored. So f--king bored. Most people either annoy him or avoid him, afraid to face him. Figuratively. Literally. With his face partially disfigured, scarred, he looks every bit the monster the stories make him out to be: the notorious Scar. They say he's a sociopath. Maybe he's a psychopath. Whatever path he's on, people tend to stay far away from it. Until one day, a young woman bumps right into him - a woman just as fed up with life, but for much different reasons.

In the gripping sixth installment of the 3:00 a.m. series, Henry Bins faces his most challenging mission yet: clearing his father’s name. As the past collides with the present, the stakes are higher than ever. 3:53 a.m. is a heart-pounding tale of family, conspiracy, and the relentless pursuit of justice.

Eine Leiche wird aus dem Götakanal geborgen. Sie kann nur wenige Tage im Schlamm des Schleusenbeckens gelegen haben – noch immer erkennt man, dass die junge Frau dunkelhaarig und hübsch war. Wie die Obduktion ergibt, wurde sie vor ihrem Tod misshandelt. Tatort: unbekannt. Die Kriminalbeamten stehen vor einem absoluten Rätsel, weil niemand die Frau zu vermissen scheint. Nicht einmal ihr Name kann ermittelt werden. Aber Kommissar Martin Beck gibt nicht auf. Und allmählich erwacht die Tote zum Leben.

Der schwedische Reporter Alf Matsson verschwindet auf einer Reise nach Ungarn spurlos. Gepäck und Pass hat er im Hotel zurückgelassen, doch von ihm fehlt jede Spur. Die ungarische Polizei tappt im Dunkeln. Kommissar Martin Beck von der Stockholmer Kriminalpolizei reist inoffiziell nach Budapest, um den rätselhaften Fall aufzuklären. Doch kaum angekommen, wird er von Unbekannten brutal zusammengeschlagen. Jemand versucht mit allen Mitteln zu verhindern, dass die Wahrheit ans Licht kommt.

Sophia Cova lived a quiet, normal life, shadowed in sadness after the loss of her parents in a tragic airline accident. With her older brother being her only living relative and her anchor, Sophia is sure she’s destined for a brighter future. But that was before she was taken. Stolen from her mundane, orderly life, she was drugged and woke to every woman’s worst nightmare.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who stopped believing in fairytales after her innocence was stolen. Morgan Myers is tired. So damn tired. Most people either push her around or brush her off, and she's not putting up with it anymore. Determined to reclaim the life that had been stolen from her, she puts her trust in the last person she ever expected to: the notorious Scar. Morgan sees a side of him that few people seem to know - the man, not the myth. Lorenzo. And what she sees, she likes, a lot more than she thought she would.

Laura Lippman, the acclaimed New York Times bestselling author of The Most Dangerous Thing, I’d Know You Anywhere, and What the Dead Know, returns with an addictive story that explores how one man’s disappearance echoes through the lives of the wife, mistress, and daughters he left behind...

Criminals have to answer to Agent Jade Monroe, and they aren't liking it. On her first assignment since her promotion to SSA status in the Serial Crimes Unit of the FBI, Jade Monroe and her new partner, Lorenzo DeLeon, are tasked to southern Louisiana, where disturbing discoveries have been made. Human bones have been found in numerous sites deep in bayou country, and the locals aren’t too excited about having outsiders poking around in their business.

Last night's fight was bad, I just wish Freya would let me know she's okay. I must try harder, it's just been rough for both of us since the divorce from her father. But I know I should've been there to pick her up from school yesterday. I can't keep missing pickup . . . I'm at my desk when phone rings. It's the call that every parent dreads. 'Freya never turned up for school this morning.' Oh my god. Freya's only thirteen. If she's not at school and she's not replying, something bad must have happened. I know it. It's late morning now, has she been missing for hours?

Überall in Cumbria hinterlässt ein Serienkiller »Weihnachtsgeschenke« für die Polizei: abgetrennte Finger und dazu die Nachricht »#BSC6«. DS Washington Poe und die Analystin Tilly Bradshaw stehen vor einem Fall, der einfach keinen Sinn ergibt. Ihr einziger Verdächtiger leugnet hartnäckig, was sie zweifelsfrei beweisen können–gibt dafür aber Dinge zu, von denen die Polizei noch gar nichts wusste. Und warum haben die Opfer, die scheinbar nicht das Geringste miteinander zu tun hatten, alle vor drei Jahren dieselben zwei Wochen Urlaub genommen?

When Jake Meredith is arrested for the murder of his wife, he's adamant he isn't guilty, even though her blood is all over his hands and his prints are on the murder weapon. He has no memory of attacking her. His solicitor brother claims Jake is a sleepwalker, and he is sent to a revolutionary new sleep clinic for assessment. Jake is convinced he didn’t kill his wife, and is intent on finding answers. But locked away in a clinic, he’s impeded at every turn. Is his incarceration accidental, or part of a larger web of lies?

I first saw her on the platform on my way home from work a few weeks ago. She had an aura about her that made people stop and stare. Then I saw her again. And again. Our twice weekly commute into London Waterloo insync. She was always so poised, so pretty, so perfect. Everything I’m not.

Looking after and tending to the needs of my tenants is what gives me purpose. Every day I go out of my way to watch over them and keep them safe. They're more than just paying guests, they're my neighbours, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure they're happy.

When homeless man Bobby Stover insists his friend’s suicide was really murder, DI Sheridan Holler is sceptical—until she uncovers a series of deaths, all of them in Liverpool, all ruled as suicides, that suddenly look like anything but. The killings span years, each one chillingly staged, the truth buried beneath an illusion of despair. This murderer is following a mysterious pattern—and there seems to be no end in sight.

The Skye Ball, an annual event steeped in tradition where the next generation of the great and the good meet to celebrate their coming of age and present themselves to one another, has always been something of a spectacle for the islanders. This year, a dozen teenagers go into the water...only one fails to resurface.