Соня смотрела на труп любовника и ловила ртом воздух, как рыба, выброшенная волной на горячий песок. Хотелось кричать.Но надо было бежать. Бежать от этого ужаса. Скрыться с места преступления. Это она преступница. Это от ее рук гибнут люди. Нет никакого невидимого врага. Есть только безумие… И страсть… И надо жить дальше…

They were racketeering vultures who’d flown the coop to Mexico — and I had to cage them as stool pigeons.

Washington, D.C., 1972. Derek Strange has left the police department and set up shop as a private investigator. His former partner, Frank “Hound Dog” Vaughn, is still on the force. When a young woman comes to Strange asking for his help recovering a cheap ring she claims has sentimental value, the case leads him onto Vaughn’s turf, where a local drug addict’s been murdered, shot point-blank in his apartment. Soon both men are on the trail of a ruthless killer: Red Fury, so called for his looks and the car his girlfriend drives, but a name that fits his personality all too well. Red Fury doesn’t have a retirement plan, as Vaughn points out — he doesn’t care who he has to cross, or kill, to get what he wants. As the violence escalates and the stakes get higher, Strange and Vaughn know the only way to catch their man is to do it their own way.

Rich with details of place and time — the cars, the music, the clothes — and fueled by non-stop action, this is Pelecanos writing in the hard-boiled noir style that won him his earliest fans and placed him firmly in the ranks of the top crime writers in America.

Somewhere in the desert a girl has only minutes to live.

A freaked-out rock group, a tyrannical industrialist, a very clever Mexican cop — the ingredients of a highly explosive confrontation.

When Sir John Fairbrother, head of one of the world’s biggest private banks, burns to death, along with his nurse, in a catastrophic fire at his Somerset manor house, Detective Inspector David Vogel finds himself dealing with a complex and mystifying sequence of events. If arson was involved, as Vogel believes, the obvious suspect is Sir John’s chauffeur/gardener, George Grey... but is he guilty?

Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery and bring those responsible for the fire and two further suspicious deaths to justice, Vogel uncovers a tangled web of intrigue which exceeds anything he at first imagined.

A small jet with only one pilot onboard crashes into the Atlantic Ocean. Local authorities are unsure whether the cause of the crash is a bomb or a violent storm. The case seems like it will be an easy one to solve for former NYPD Homicide Detective Lincoln Rhyme to solve. The evidence is inside the cockpit but there is one problem. The wreckage sits at the bottom of the Puerto Rican Trench, the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean that stretches to twenty-eight thousand feet. The plane can’t be raised. And there’s no way to get to where the evidence lies.

Manny Moon, the agile one-legged detective of “The Gallows in My Garden” and “Tweak the Devil’s Nose,” is back again.

Naturally it’s murder and this time the murder is committed after a banquet arranged, ironically enough, to celebrate the incorporation of a company to manufacture a safety device for hunters.

During the investigation, Manny learns a great deal about inventors and inventions, murders and murderers. The beauteous Fausta Moreni is also on hand, along with a generous helping of blackmail, kidnaping and hoodlumism.

Killings, beatings, bribes, shakedowns — it’s all in a day’s work for Lieutenant Dave Klein, Los Angeles Police Department. Trained as a lawyer in school, schooled as a strongarm on the street, bought and paid for by the mob, there’s nothing he’s not into and nobody’s better at any of it. But In the fall of 1958, when the Feds announce a full-out investigation into police corruption, everything goes haywire.

Suddenly, the game Klein thought he was running has a new set of rules — and they’re not his. He’s been hung out as bait, “a bad cop to draw the heat,” and the heat's coming from all sides: from local politicians, from LAPD brass, from racketeers and drug kingpins — all of them hell-bent on keeping their own dirty secrets hidden. For Klein, “forty-two and going on dead,” it’s dues time.

And it’s Klein who tells his own story — his voice clipped and sharp and as brutal as the events he’s describing — taking us with him on a hellish Journey through a world shaped by monstrous ambition, greed, and perversion. It’s a world he helped create, but now he’ll do anything to get out of it alive...

Fierce, riveting, and honed to a razor-edge, White Jazz is crime fiction at its most shattering, and the most explosive novel yet from James Ellroy.

A FAMILY BUSINESSTHE A3 RAID, THE EUSTON BY — PASS JOB, THE M40 HIJACK... they all worked a treat. All magic. All the work of one mastermind — Harry Rawlins. But Harry blew it in the Blackwall Tunnel.Harry always said that if anything ever happened to him Dolly would be all right: Joe and Terry would take over, the team would look after everyone. But when Harry got blown to bits in the Blackwall Tunnel, Joe and Terry (God help them) went with him. Which only left Dolly, Linda and Shirley to run the business — the WIDOWS.A hard-hitting new gangland series in the sensational tradition of THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY and MINDER.

Facing life alone, they had turned to crime together.

Dolly Rawlins, Shirley Miller, Linda Pirelli and Bella O’Reilly set out to do the impossible, hold up an armed security wagon.

Using Dolly Rawlins’ husband’s plans, they succeed and make their escape to Rio, leaving the bulk of their cash hidden in London. The women are free, rich, and ready to start a new life. When the scream has died down, they will return to share out their cash. Only the shadow of the man they had presumed dead hangs over them.

Harry Rawlins is alive, and he wants the women’s money — and he will go to any lengths to retrieve what he feels is rightly his, even more so when he discovers his ‘widow’ has laid claim to all his business and banking assets.

Rawlins is desperate to find his wife and through her the haul from the robbery. The hunt is on and the widows’ freedom short-lived...

It’s 1979, and the Boardwalk Empire of Atlantic City is being torn down, replaced by a glitzy casino and all the terrible crime that goes with it. Cops on the take, mobsters stealing a million dollars a day, a serial killer preying on young women, and more con men and hustlers than you can shake a stick at, define the new Atlantic City. Only one man can clean up the little city by the shore, Detective Tony Valentine.

With the mob breathing down his throat and a sadistic killer stalking him, Valentine will put his own life in peril, and risk his career, to insure that justice prevails.