The dead are everywhere with their eyes taken and red ribbons entangling their necks. When a psychic appears to have the details, Lieutenant Eve Dallas accepts help from her only to find the stakes raised when her partner, Dee Peabody is attacked.
In the year 2059, technology and humanity collide and a new computer virus has become the latest form of terrorism. Both sides are willing to kill and Reva Ewing appears to be a stumbling block, one that involves Roarke. It’s the murders that involve Lt Eve Dallas.
A charming English village and a cast of aristocrats reveal the darkness of betrayal with the help of a trout and a fish-eating cat to Chief Detective-Inspector Alleyn.
For Inspector Roderick Alleyn, the trip was to be official; for his family, a Mediterranean romp. But a plot torn from the pages of a gothic novel soon engulfed them all. Alleyn’s son was kidnapped. A very wealthy spinster was murdered. And in an eerie chateau, carved out of the Riviera mountainside, Alleyn faced the ultimate jet-set cult.
Even down in New Zealand, war-fueled spy fever is running wild when strange lights and signals being sent out to sea are sighted. There must be a spy in their midst! More mystery arises when one of the health-seekers meets his demise in the mud baths.
There’s never a dull moment at the Vulcan, from the leading lady’s liaison to the harassment of an inadequate actress. But vanity and hysterics, suspicion and superstition, brandy and jealousy, are upstaged by a death on opening night.
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?