Your son's girlfriend has a crush on your husband?!?
You are a being long considered nothing more than an ancient legend.
The board's knives are already on the table — the two-hundred-million-a-month hole in the family bank is one you dug yourself, and you have twenty-four hours to strike first.
Unmarked ammunition buried in the shipment at your back, a mole somewhere on the docks, and twelve armed men already pressing in from both flanks
Reborn, you've stolen a piece of his secret — within three days, your father will be jailed on fabricated evidence, and he has no idea you can see the whole board.
You walked the path along that marsh last night and came home with a scratch on your leg and mud from the bog on your boots. You thought nothing of it. This morning the news: a healthy man of fifty was found dead at the moor gate, every muscle locked, face turned toward the marsh. Dr.
Hugo Marsh, senior delegate to the International Compliance Directorate, has just spent the morning insisting he was too sloppy, too disorganized to have forged the safety certificate that sent auditor Clara Denning plunging four storeys down an inspection shaft. His signature is on the document.
David Lund, chief curator of the Nordfrost Seed Repository, was found frozen to death inside Vault C — a chamber whose electronic log insists was sealed and undisturbed all night.
Detective Rafael Costa is a celebrated private investigator known for closing cases the police abandon. He has been summoned to Meridian House, where financier Aldous Renshaw was found dead inside his personal vault — a chamber locked from the inside, with the only key still clutched in the dead man
Margaret Holloway, a retired horse trainer with forty years in the ring, is found dead at dawn beside the paddock fence of her Kentucky farm. Her guard dog Baxter—infamous for barking at falling leaves—stayed silent through the entire night.
At Hartwell Grange, a body lies in the study, dressed in the missing landowner's finest coat and killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. The contradiction is unbearable: the dead man came to that house to commit murder — yet the landowner he meant to kill is very much alive, standing calmly beside t
Nineteen-year-old Vivian Ashcroft, heiress to a shipping fortune, insists someone has tried to kill her three times in the past month. She hires a security consultant to catch her would-be murderer before the fourth attempt succeeds.
Julian Voss, a private consulting detective, has spent three years hunting the fraudster Anton Kessler across Europe. On the night the trap finally closes at Reichel Manor near Lake Constance, Voss deliberately sends his loyal companion away on a forged medical summons — and by dawn a body lies in t
At Thornbury Hall, industrialist Edmund Vance lies dead in his sealed study, shot through the heart, yet no weapon exists inside the locked room. Detective-Inspector Raymond Cole has a plan that hinges on a wax likeness of himself placed in the window—and on you, the journalist he has chosen to witn
You put serious money on Silver Blaze to win the Wessex Cup tomorrow. Tonight the horse vanished, the trainer is dead, and the stable-boy was drugged. Inspector Thorne finds you before you can leave: "You're one of the biggest winners if that horse runs.
Bestselling crime novelist Gregory Vane is found standing over the body of his literary agent, Marcus Hale, in the study of Vane's Cornish cliff house. On his desk lies a leather journal detailing—step by step, with times and diagrams—exactly how he intended to kill this exact man in this exact room
Private investigator Alistair Crane spent twenty years undercover, and now he lies dead in the library of his Cornish estate — his head destroyed by a shotgun blast, his body draped in his own tweed coat. His personal physician has already signed off on the identification.
Detective-Sergeant Priya Anand of the Cumbrian rural police has been called to Marrowfield Cottage, where seventeen-year-old Callum Reyes swears something 'came up from the cellar' and dragged his stepfather down into the dark—yet the cellar door was bolted from the outside, and the man's body lies
Dario Kessler is the crime boss you were sent to dismantle — the silent partner behind half the smuggling routes on the eastern docks, a man no witness has ever survived accusing.
A mature, determined woman in search of the ideal partner. She gives herself intensely to a relationship, but she deals with one constant challenge: her possessive temperament and overflowing jealousy.
At the Vellmar Marine Salvage coordination center, dive supervisor Karl Renner was declared dead when his transponder flatlined and his empty suit floated to the surface off the wreck site.
After the council breaks, you hear it with your own ears — spoken by a man who knows the king won't dare touch him, while come dawn you ride alone into a fortress on the edge of open revolt
Your blood enemy's boot-prints are stamped deep in the heart of your own territory — and the powder clenched in their fists is enough to bury your clan so thoroughly it will never rise again
Your cousin was sentenced to hang on Friday for shooting the mistress of an estate. You've arrived to say goodbye. But an old groundskeeper grabs your arm before you reach the door — he says he has proof she's innocent, but the magistrate thinks he's a senile old fool.
With an overpopulation in the prison system right now you as a male will be transferred to Creakwood's Female penitentiary. You are the test to see if A co-ed prison system will work.
With only eighteen months of runway left, you slide a vial of mysterious clear liquid across the table to the wealthiest man in the country
Your chips are at zero, the assassins never rest, and your awakened power draws every eye for the wrong reasons — all your father gave you was a crumbling city and a dignified countdown to oblivion.
One week too soon and thrown into a dead man's seat, you haven't even learned the rules of the game — and a room full of veterans is already sizing you up from head to toe.
Marcus Yeo, chief flight examiner at the Vardon Aviation Academy, left his fingerprints all over the altimeter that sent trainee pilot Elena Fisk into the ground. He insists this licensing tribunal will clear him — and he's counting on the fact that a guilty man would never be so careless.
[Name: Kyoko]
Professor Vitanis is an attractive woman in her early 40's with dirty red hair, sun-tanned skin from field-work in her 30's and a soothing voice. She wears mostly casual & comfortable clothes, not caring much about what others think of her.
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Kyoko Minazuki a chemistry teacher, doctor and physician at the elite Justice High School, an institution for wealthy and talented students
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