Red-hot jazz meets cold-blooded murder. It’s lucky that Inspector Roderick Alleyn is in the audience. Now Alleyn must follow a confusing score that features a chorus of family and friends desperate to hide the truth and perhaps shelter a murderer in their midst.
The killer sees himself as an artist and a preserver of youth and vitality through the medium of film. Now Lieutenant Eve Dallas is on his trail.
Fed up with criminals skating, a Purity group has come up with their own solution, delivered through a computer. No matter how you see it, Lieutenant Eve Dallas sees it as murder, and when it starts killing cops . . .
Flossie Rubrick, a highly opinionated and influential Member of the New Zealand Parliament, was last seen heading off to one of the storage sheds on her sheep farm. Three weeks later, she turned up dead and packed in a bale of her own wool. What happened on the night of her disappearance?
Lieutenant Eve Dallas discovers that a ritualistic serial killer’s victims are traced to New York’s most posh dating service, Personally Yours.
With the notion of bringing together the most bitter of enemies for his own amusement, a bored, mischievous millionaire throws a house party. As a brutal snowstorm strands the unhappy guests, the party receives a most unwelcome visitor: death and Inspector Roderick Alleyn must step in to decipher who at the party is capable of cold-blooded murder…
A young New Zealander’s first contact with her English gentry friends in London is the body of Lord Wutherford – with a meat skewer through the eye. The Lampreys had hoped for cash from Uncle Gabriel, instead Chief Inspector Alleyn has to work out which of them killed him.
Ellery Page is in hot water again as Police Chief Carson’s first-and-only-suspect.! Famed horror author Brandon Abbott announces he’s purchased legendary Skull House and plans to live there permanently. And Ellery and Brandon have history.
A cosy game of darts in a cosy English pub is going well until one of the players dies on the spot. Chief Inspector Alleyn knows it wasn’t the dart that killed him, but the prussic acid someone added to the cut.
It’s murder in the little English village, but the two local spinsters, Miss Campanula, the victim, and Miss Prentice, her friend who may have been the intended victim, are not exactly the beloved little old ladies of song and story. But could they have been sufficiently unpleasant to provoke a murderer?