Книги в жанре «Полицейский детектив» (529 книг)

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21. A Quiet Flame Читать →

Автор: «THE BOAT WAS THE SS Giovanni, which seemed only appropriate given the fact that at least three of its passengers, including myself, had been in the SS. It was a medium-sized boat with two funnels, a view of the sea, a well-stocked bar, and an Italian restaurant. This was fine if you liked Italian food,…

22. Death of a Red Heroine Читать →

Автор: «The body was found at 4:40 P.M., on May 11, 1990, in Baili Canal, an out-of-the-way canal, about twenty miles to the west of Shanghai. Standing beside the body, Gao Ziling, captain of the Vanguard, spat vigorously on the damp ground three times-a half-hearted effort to ward off the evil spirits of the day, a day…

23. Skinner's festival Читать →

Автор: «Panic was etched on the face of the clown on the unicyle. Even through the happy smile make-up, it registered as he struggled to regain his balance, rocking frantically backwards and forwards on his unsteady perch. His arms flailed, and for a second it seemed certain that he was gone, but with a violent last-ditch heave…

24. Thursday legends Читать →

Автор: «'Dammit, Diddler, you were a bit late there!' He glowered up from the floor for a second or two, then grasped the outstretched arm and pulled himself to his feet. 'Sorry, Neil,' the sweating man acknowledged, gasping for breath. 'I guess I'm just not as quick as I used to be, only my brain doesn't know it…

25. Winter Frost Читать →

Автор: «He had the photographs spread out on the table in front of him and was savouring them once again. Behind him the local television news was droning away unheeded. Vicky… Vicky Stuart. He froze. God! Someone was whispering her name. Heart hammering, he swung round. There, on the screen, was her picture. The little girl, eight years…

26. A Touch of Frost Читать →

Автор: «Tuesday Night Shift (1) A cold, clear autumn night with a sharp wind shaking trees. The man in the shadows was trembling. The pa of his rubber-gloved hands were moist, and warm sv trickled down his face under the mask. Soon he would able to see her. To touch her. She wouldn’t see him, in the…

27. A clubbable woman Читать →

Автор: «'He's all right. You'll live for ever, won't you, Connie?' said Marcus Felstead. His head was being pumped up and down by an unknown hand. As he surfaced, his gaze took in an extensive area of mud stretching away to the incredibly distant posts. Then his forehead was brought down almost to his knees. Up…

28. The Blood-Dimmed Tide Читать →

Автор: «The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned W. B. Yeats, ‘The Second Coming’

29. Heat Wave Читать →

Автор: «It was always the same for her when she arrived to meet the body. After she unbuckled her seat belt, after she pulled a stick pen from the rubber band on the sun visor, after her long fingers brushed her hip to feel the comfort of her service piece, what she always did was pause.…

30. In Desperation Читать →

Автор: «Phoenix, Arizona, Mesa Mirage C ora Martin was propped against two pillows in her bed when she heard a faint noise and put her book down. Was that Tilly? Her daughter was asleep down the hall. No, that sounded like it came from outside. Cora listened for half a minute. Everything was quiet. She dismissed the noise as a bird…

31. Corruption of Blood Читать →

Автор: ONE«Nearly all Americans above a certain age can recall where they were the moment they learned of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. A much smaller number can recall where they were when they discovered who really did it. One of these few was sitting in a dripping raincoat in a reading room on the fifth…

32. Innocent Читать →

Автор: «Nat, September 30, 2008 A man is sitting on a bed. He is my father. The body of a woman is beneath the covers. She was my mother. This is not really where the story starts. Or how it ends. But it is the moment my mind returns to, the way I always see them. According to what my…

33. On the Grind Читать →

Автор: «Just an hour before my whole life turned upside down, I was making love to my wife, Alexa, in our little house on the Grand Canal in Venice, California. It was the first week of May and a spring storm was washing across the LA Basin, filling gutters and runoffs with dirty brown water, pushing…

34. The Tin Collector Читать →

Автор: THE CHOOCH LETTER«Dear Dad: Charles Sandoval, who everybody calls Chooch, arrived this afternoon as planned (actually, I picked him up). This is already shaping up as one of my biggest boners. I pulled up at the fancy private school Sandy's got him enrolled in and I had to go to the principal's office to sign the…

35. A Cold Day in Paradise Читать →

Автор: «There is a bullet in my chest, less than a centimeter from my heart. I don’t think about it much anymore. It’s just a part of me now. But every once in a while, on a certain kind of night, I remember that bullet. I can feel the weight of it inside me. I can…

36. A Stolen Season Читать →

Автор: «From the beginning, everything about the night was wrong. Everything. It was cold. That was the first thing. It was cold and there was a wet fog hanging over the water. The kind of fog that creeps into your bones, no matter how many layers you’re wearing. The cold gets into your lungs and chills you from…

37. Final justice Читать →

Автор: «[ONE] It was Sunday night, and at quarter after eleven the Roy Rogers restaurant at South Broad and Snyder Streets in South Philadelphia was just about full. Amal al Zaid, who was five feet seven inches tall and weighed 145 pounds, and who had spent sixteen of his twenty-one years as Dwayne Alexander Finston before converting…

38. The Assassin Читать →

Автор: , , , , , , , , , , , , , «Marion Claude Wheatley, who was thirty-three years of age, stood just under six feet tall, weighed 165 pounds, and was just starting to lose his hair, had no idea why God wanted to kill the Vice President of the United States, any more than he did why God had selected him to carry out His…

39. Бал зверей Читать →

Автор: Детективные повести Содержание Бал зверей Как грустно Тупик во все стороны

40. Еще не вечер Читать →

Автор: «Виктор почти не раздумывал, когда предложили поработать на периферии в должности прокурора города. В Московской прокуратуре он был из ряда «белых ворон», и без влиятельных связей. В ранге советника второго ранга, то есть подполковника, так можно долго еще сидеть, а тут повышение сразу, и возврат в Москву через пять-шесть лет ему гарантирован. Однако не это, а психологическое…