J'aime mieux vous prévenir, les gars :Des histoires pareilles, vous n'en trouverez pas souvent.Ce qui vaut mieux pour ma santé.Mamma mia ! A la fin de ce circus effarant, je ne savais plus bien si je m'appelais San-Antonio, Edouard ou la Joy !Y a fallu que je me cramponne aux branches !Et surtout que je garde la tête froide, ce qui n'était pas fastoche avec la lampe à souder qui me servait de chapeau !Le transformateur cérébral, vous savez ce que c'est, vous ?Moi, je l'ignorais.Mais maintenant je sais !

**In #1 *New York Times* bestseller Lisa Gardner’s latest pulse-pounding thriller, Detective D. D. Warren must face a new fear as a serial killer terrorizes Boston.**

*My name is Dr. Adeline Glen. Due to a genetic condition, I can’t feel pain. I never have. I never will. *

The last thing Boston Detective D. D. Warren remembers is walking the crime scene after dark. Then, a creaking floorboard, a low voice crooning in her ear. . . . She is later told she managed to discharge her weapon three times. All she knows is that she is seriously injured, unable to move her left arm, unable to return to work.

*My sister is Shana Day, a notorious murderer who first killed at fourteen. Incarcerated for thirty years, she has now murdered more people while in prison than she did as a free woman.*

Six weeks later, a second woman is discovered murdered in her own bed, her room containing the same calling cards from the first: a bottle of champagne and a single red rose. The only person who may have seen the killer: Detective D. D. Warren, who still can’t lift her child, load her gun, or recall a single detail from the night that may have cost her everything.

*Our father was Harry Day, an infamous serial killer who buried young women beneath the floor of our home. He has been dead for forty years. Except the Rose Killer knows things about my father he shouldn’t. My sister claims she can help catch him. I think just because I can’t feel pain doesn’t mean my family can’t hurt me. *

D.D. may not be back on the job, but she is back on the hunt. Because the Rose Killer isn’t just targeting lone women, he is targeting D.D. And D.D. knows there is only one way to take him down:

*Fear nothing.*

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Ending his secondment to London’s Met Police, Roy Grace gets a tip-off about a county lines drugs mastermind operating out of Brighton. On his first day back in his old job in Sussex, he is called to a seemingly senseless murder.

Separately, Meg Magellan finally has her life back together, five years after the car crash that killed her husband and their son. Her daughter, Laura, now 18, is on her gap year travelling in South America with a friend, and Meg misses her badly. Laura is all she has in the world.

In between jobs, Meg receives a summons for jury service. She’s excited — it might be interesting and will help distract her from constantly worrying about Laura. But when she is selected for the trial of a major Brighton drugs overlord, everything changes.

Gradually, Grace’s investigation draws him increasingly into the sinister sphere of influence of the drug dealer on trial. A man utterly ruthless and evil, prepared to order the death of anyone it takes to enable him to walk free.

Just a few days into jury service, Meg arrives home to find a photograph of Laura, in Ecuador, lying on her kitchen table. Then her phone rings.

A sinister, threatening stranger is on the line. He tells her that if she ever wants to see Laura alive again, it is very simple. At the end of the trial, all she has to do is make sure the jury says just two words... Not guilty.

Ystad, Sweden. A man stops at an ATM during his evening walk and inexplicably falls dead to the ground.

Two teenage girls brutally murder a taxi driver. They are quickly apprehended, shocking local policemen with their complete lack of remorse. One girl escapes police custody and disappears without a trace.

A few days later a blackout cuts power to a large swath of the country. When a serviceman arrives at the malfunctioning power substation, he makes a grisly discovery.

Inspector Kurt Wallander knows these events must be linked, but he has to figure out how and why. His endeavors are made all the more difficult when he discovers personal and professional betrayals within his own team. Lonely and frustrated, he begins to doubt the worth of continuing his work as a detective.

The search for answers eventually leads Wallander dangerously close to a shadowy group of anarchic terrorists, hidden by the anonymity of cyberspace. Somehow, these criminals always seem to know the police’s next move. How can a small group of detectives unravel a plot designed to wreak havoc on a worldwide scale? And will they solve the riddle in time?

An illegal immigrant is found murdered in an Edinburgh housing scheme: a racist attack, or something else entirely? Rebus is drawn into the case, but has other problems: his old police station has closed for business, and his masters would rather he retire than stick around. But Rebus is the most stubborn of creatures. As Rebus investigates, he must visit an asylum-seekers’ detention centre, deal with the sleazy Edinburgh underworld, and maybe even fall in love...Siobhan meanwhile has problems of her own. A teenager has disappeared from home and Siobhan is drawn into helping the family, which will mean travelling closer than is healthy towards the web of a convicted rapist. Then there’s the small matter of the two skeletons — a woman and an infant — found buried beneath a concrete cellar floor in Fleshmarket Close. The scene begins to look like an elaborate stunt — but whose, and for what purpose? And how can it tie to the murder on the unforgiving housing-scheme known as Knoxland?Fleshmarket Close explores what it means to a society when shared heritage is lost beneath uglier aspects of our nature: greed, mistrust, violence and exploitation. It is a true state-of-the-nation novel, and one of Rebus’s most personal cases yet.

Le gonzier qui passe sa vie dans ses charentaises, à concocter d'illusoires tiercés et quintés plus, ne peut pas s'imaginer tous les amphigouris de ce monde.Je te prends « la fête du banc », dans l'Utah, tu savais qu'elle existait, toi ?Moi non plus.Ben, elle existe, mon vieux, et j'ai failli m'y faire lyncher.Béru, M. Félix, le Marquis ont eu des avaries de paf si terrifiantes que leur trompes de l'émisphère sud, mondialement réputées, filaient la gerbe aux coyotes.Si t'as pas peur d'affronter le bizarre, lis ce book d'extrème urgence. Tu y rencontreras d'inoubliables personnages : Roy, dit « Petit Gibus », qui, à six ans, pilote une dépanneuse ; Ivy, la femme du pasteur qui raffole de la levrette ; Le cow-boy suisse qui tire plus vite que son ombre. Sans parler du shérif, un drôle de pourri qui m'a viandé de première !Non, franchement, t'as pas le droit de passer à côté de cette histoire.Si tu négligeais la lecture de Foiridon à Morbac City, tout le monde se foutrait de la gueule.T'as pas besoin de ça !

Police thriller published to tie in with the TV four-part mini-series.

Escaped criminal Myers — missing and presumed dead — is discovered under the alias Philip von Joel by Jackson while holidaying in Spain. The devilishly charismatic Myers is brought to justice and extradited back to England following a nerve-wracking Scotland Yard operation. Once back on English soil, Myers says he’ll talk — but only to Jackson.

From the grand master of Scandinavian crime fiction — and one of the best crime writers of our time — here is the final volume in the critically acclaimed Story of a Crime trilogy, centered on the assassination of Olof Palme in 1986.

It’s August 2007, and Lars Martin Johansson, chief of the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation in Sweden, is determined once again to reopen the dusty files on the unsolved murder of Prime Minister Palme. With his retirement quickly approaching, Johansson forms a new group, comprised of a few trustworthy detectives who doggedly wade through mountains of paperwork and pursue new leads in a case that has all but gone cold despite the open wound the assassination has left on the consciousness of Swedish society. But the closer the group gets to the truth, the more Johansson compromises the greater good for personal gain, becoming a pawn in the private vendetta of a shady political spin doctor.

A detailed and boldly plotted police procedural, Free Falling, As If in a Dream lifts the veil on one of history’s greatest unsolved crimes, bringing dark humor, suspense, and wit to bear on a case long thought to have no answers.