When Karen Drew is found sitting in her wheelchair staring out to sea with her throat cut one chilly morning, DI Annie Cabbot, on loan to Eastern Area, gets lumbered with the case. Back in Eastvale, that same Sunday morning, 19-year-old Hayley Daniels is found raped and strangled in the Maze, a tangle of narrow alleys behind Eastvale's market square, after a drunken night on the town with a group of friends, and DCI Alan Banks is called in. Banks finds suspects galore, while Annie seems to hit a brick wall — until she reaches a breakthrough that spins her case in a shocking and surprising new direction, one that also involves Banks.Then another incident occurs in the Maze which seems to link the two cases in a bizarre and mysterious way. As Banks and Annie dig into the past to uncover the deeper connections, they find themselves also dealing with the emotional baggage and personal demons of their own relationship. And it soon becomes clear that there are two killers in their midst, and that at any moment either one might strike again.

Someone has a list of women. And they’re crossing the names out one by one. The first body is found in a dilapidated warehouse in London’s East End – an attractive woman, brutally murdered. She went into the building, dressed for sex – and didn’t come out… Then another woman burns to death in her own home. She was alone but all signs point to murder. Two seemingly separate victims, but Detective Inspector Carter and Detective Constable Willis are convinced they were killed by the same person. And when a third body is found, the detectives start to suspect a serial killer is on the loose. But what connects the victims? And who will the killer go after next?From the author of the bestselling Dead of Winter and Cold as Ice comes a page-turning new thriller that will have you hooked from start to finish.

Maikls KonelijsGaismu meklējotNo romāna 'Tumsa, tumšāka par nakti" lasītājiem labi pazīstamais detektīvs Harijs Boss nu ir pensionēts policists ar privātdetektīva licenci, bet viņam nedod mieru kāda pirms diviem gadiem izbeigta krimināllieta. Toreiz nezināms ļaundaris zvēriski nonāvēja jaunu meiteni, un viņas tēls turpina vajāt pensionēto policistu. Boss nolemj vēlreiz izmeklēt noziegumu, un viņa meklējumi ir auglīgi, turklāt tie mudina sarosīties tādus spēkus, ka izmeklētāja iespējas izdzīvot samazinās ar katru soli pareizajā virzienā. Taču Boss nepieļauj kļūdas... Soli pa solim kopā ar detektīvu lasītājs ienirst noziedzības dzelmē, kur emocijas ir duļķainas pn neizprotamas, kur cilvēka dzīvība ir nulles vērtībā, - un atrod to vienīgo iespēju, kā atšķetināt samudžinātos pavedienus.No romāna “Tumsa, tumšāka par nakti” lasītājiem labi pazīstamais detektīvs Harijs Boss nu ir pensionēts policists ar privātdetektīva licenci, bet viņam nedod mieru kāda pirms diviem gadiem izbeigta krimināllieta. Toreiz nezināms ļaundaris zvēriski nonāvēja jaunu meiteni, un viņas tēls turpina vajāt pensionēto policistu. Boss nolemj vēlreiz izmeklēt noziegumu, un viņa meklējumi ir auglīgi, turklāt tie mudina sarosīties tādus spēkus, ka izmeklētāja iespējas izdzīvot samazinās ar katru soli pareizajā virzienā. Taču Boss nepieļauj kļūdas...Soli pa solim kopā ar detektīvu lasītājs ienirst noziedzības dzelmē, kur emocijas ir duļķainas un neizprotamas, kur cilvēka dzīvība ir nulles vērtībā, - un atrod to vienīgo iespēju, kā atšķetināt samudžinātos pavedienus.Nepārspējamā mūsdienu amerikāņu rakstnieka, prestižās Edgara prēmijas laureāta Maikla Konelija grāmatas ir izšķērdīgs prāta un sirdsapziņas piedzīvojums. Latviski vēl lasāmas: Tukšs mēness'Tumsa, tumšāka par nakti "Pasaule desmit centu monētā".No angļu valodas tulkojis Jāzeps Springovičs Vāka autors Kristiāns ŠicsNoskanējis grāmatu un  failu izveidojis Imants Ločmelis imantslochmelis@inbox.lv© Tulkojums latviešu valodā, mākslinieciskais noformējums, “Apgāds “Kontinents””, 2003

It’s Christmastime and Detective Carella gets assigned three murders — including a bestselling author of ghost stories — and is soon after ghosts, mediums, and a crazed killer.

Patrolman Richard Genero couldn’t see clearly in the driving rain. The man — or perhaps the tall woman — standing at the bus stop was dressed entirely in black. Black raincoat, black slacks, black shoes, black umbrella which hid the head and hair. A bus pulled to the curb, spreading a canopy of water. The door snapped open. The person — man or woman — boarded the bus and the rain-streaked doors closed, hiding the black-shrouded figure from view. The bus pulled away from the curb, spreading another canopy of water which soaked Genero’s trouser legs.“Hey!” he yelled after the bus. “You forgot your bag!”Genera picked up the bag — a small, blue overnight bag issued by an airline. He unzipped the bag and reached into it. Then he gripped the bus-stop sign for support.The bag held... a severed human hand.The police lab gave both bag and hand a thorough examination and discovered next to nothing. Steve Carella, Cotton Hawes, Meyer Meyer and the other 87th Precinct detectives had a murderer to find, and they had to begin without even knowing who the victim was.The Missing Persons Bureau files supplied two leads, both of which led nowhere.Everything that looked even faintly like a clue was checked and double-checked and they all led to the same place — a dead end.Then, when the break finally came and several clues turned up at once, they neatly contradicted each other. It was the toughest case the 87th Precinct detectives had ever faced.