Hen-pecked, shrinking Sylvester Sneed was not a heroic character... what could he do with his houseful of desperate criminals?

Tobin, a five-foot-five, red-headed film critic — co-presenter of a syndicated movie-review TV show — is in trouble. He’s been found kneeling over the body of his dead partner, fingering the knife that’s sticking out of the dead man’s back, and it’s clear that the police are not going to look for any other suspects. Not when it’s Christmas. Not when they know that Tobin has been having an affair with his partner’s wife. Not when Tobin and his partner had been involved in an on-camera free-for-all just moments before the murder.

Tobin didn’t kill bis partner — but will anyone believe him? Did anyone else have such clear motive? Did anyone else have the opportunity? Do Siskel and Ebert ever have problems like this?

“Expenses: A couple of lives — and a gray worsted suit.”

“Murder on the Turnpike” takes place over a single night when a serial killer (before there was a term for that) is stalking, abducting, and killing motorists along a 100-mile length of interstate highway stretching south from New York. The state troopers patrolling the turnpike first notice an abandoned car followed by a dead body — with more mayhem to follow. Even still, it takes them awhile to piece together what’s happening.

Adding to the tension is the fact that 45 miles of this highway will be traveled by the motorcade of the President of the United States later that night. Dan O’Leary is the earnest young state trooper who discovers the first abandoned car 200 yards away from a highway diner where his girlfriend works. He later spearheads the cat and mouse game between the police and the killer that is the centerpiece of this enjoyable story.

This time the sleek dancer and her hotshot pads weren’t going to hoodwink Bren Harris... this time he was walking into their set-up — armed and shooting.

At ten o’clock “straight up”, just as the Channel 3 newscast begins, TV anchorman David Curtis clears his throat, looks into the camera, smiles — then falls face-first across his desk, murdered. Cyanide. The likely suspect is a teenage prowler who, earlier that evening, narrowly escaped the arms of part-time security guard (also ex-cop, sometime-actor) Jack Dwyer. What was the boy after? And, as far as the case is concerned, why does Dwyer sense that the news team is hiding more than they are reporting?

Murder Straight Up is an intense, gritty crime thriller that pits Dwyer against both the glittery world of television journalism and a sleazy, dangerous criminal underworld — with an innocent boy’s life hanging in the balance.

Who really engineered the death of the anchorman? Was it Kelly Ford, Channel 3’s aging, less-than-beloved news consultant? Or maybe her boss, Robert Fitzgerald, owner of a station whose ratings have declined almost to the point of bankruptcy? What about Mike Perry, pro-football player turned sports announcer, whose sturdy good looks help him hide a secret the victim knew all too well. Where does grizzly old Dev Roberts, Curtis’s co-anchor, fit in? Or Bill Hanratty, the singing weatherman?

Dwyer knows there’s a terrible secret haunting the news team. What is it? And what will all this mean to the ratings?

Farrell Brannigan, President of the National Californian bank, builds yet another bank at Sharnville, an up-and-coming town on the pacific coast. Using the brilliant know-how of a young electronics expert, Brannigan feels justified in calling his new bank: ‘The Safest Bank in the World’. The press give the new bank world-wide publicity.But some forty years ago, when Brannigan was a young and rising banker, he made an implacable enemy. This man, with a pathological urge for revenge, attempts to break into ‘the safest bank in the world’.James Hadley Chase tells the story as only he can.Don’t go to bed with this one, unless you want to stay awake all night.

A grisly murder is committed at a health resort situated in a recently renovated farmhouse, which turns out to be notorious for being haunted. Attorney Thóra Gudmundsdóttir is called upon by the owner of the resort—the prime suspect in the case—to represent him. Her investigations uncover some very disturbing occurrences at the farm decades earlier—things that have never before seen the light of day. My Soul to Take is a chilling, dark and witty crime novel, and a welcome return for Thóra, the heroine of the highly-acclaimed Last Rituals.

Op het schiereiland Snaefellsness wordt dicht bij een wellnesscentrum, waar in het verleden onverklaarbare dingen zijn gebeurd, een vrouw dood op het strand aangetroffen. Ze is verkracht en er steken naalden in haar voetzolen. Is er een verband met het huiveringwekkende kindergehuil dat soms midden in de nacht opklinkt? Advocaat Thóra Gudmundsdóttir wordt erbij geroepen door de eigenaar van het wellnesscentrum — tevens hoofdverdachte in deze moordzaak — om hem te verdedigen. Thóras naspeuringen brengen enkele zeer verontrustende gebeurtenissen aan het licht die zich tientallen jaren eerder hebben afgespeeld. Is Thóra op een afschuwelijk familiegeheim gestuit?

Teismas nusprendė, kad Džeko Argilas žarstekliu užmušė savo motiną. Nuteistas kalėti iki gyvos galvos, jis mirė už grotų nuo plaučių uždegimo. Deja, tik po dvejų metų daktaras Artūras Kalgaris pateikė įrodymus, kurie galėjo išteisinti Džeko. Be to, daktaro pateikti faktai atvėrė senas šeimos žaizdas ir sukėlė pavojų, jog tikrasis žudikas smogs dar kartą ...

Larry Kent stalked out of the house, determined to punish his wife by sowing a few wild oats. Then came the dawn — and with it a chance to reap the harvest...