Private Detective Noir

When private investigator Detective Sebastian Clifford is asked by his former society girlfriend to locate her fiancé—who’s disappeared along with some valuable pieces of art—he’s reluctant to help. He’s left the aristocratic world behind, and for good reason. But when his ex starts receiving threatening letters, Clifford is left with no choice. When he enlists the help of his partner Lucinda Bird, aka Birdie, they start digging and find themselves drawn into London’s underworld.

"Narrator Dion Graham's lilting West African accent for Boubacar...is nothing short of mesmerizing. A master voice talent paired with a master storyteller--what could be better?" — AudioFile (Earphones Award Winner) Award-winning author Tochi Onyebuchi’s new standalone novel is hard-boiled...

Ex-police officer Sebastian Clifford is quickly finding that life as a private investigator is never quiet. His doors have only been open a few weeks when DCI Whitney Walker approaches him to investigate the brutal attack that left her older brother, Rob, with irreversible brain damage. For nearly twenty-five years, Rob had no memory of that night, but lately things are coming back to him. Whitney's worried that her brother might–once again–be in danger.

A collection of suspenseful standalone radio thrillers by Edward Boyd Scottish writer Edward Boyd was well known for his TV and radio plays, including The Corridor People and The View from Daniel Pike, and he also penned several episodes of Z-Cars. He specialised in the thriller genre, and this...

Métis journalist Leo Desroches has just been released from jail. Fortunately for him, he is re-hired at the paper to write a popular column about crime. It’s summer; the city is hot and buzzing with mosquitoes, and it’s on track for a record number of homicides. Called to the scene of an apparent overdose of a young Native man in the inner city, Leo witnesses some rocks falling out of the body bag, and he picks them up. At first he believes they are crack cocaine but discovers that the rocks are really rough diamonds.

Che triste autunno, questo autunno, per il detective privato Mario Borri, 65 anni d'età per 165 centimetri d'altezza. La pensione è alle porte. E mentre sta provando inutilmente ad ammorbidire II magone per l'ormai imminente addio alle armi con qualche dose non troppo sparagnina di Jack Daniel's liscio. Si presenta nel suo ufficio una sventola dal capelli fulvi che gli propone un lavoretto all'apparenza facile facile. Non a Milano, però: in un paese lacustre lontano dalla sua amata città.