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When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .
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Der Beigeschmack des Todes, Phyllis Dorothy James
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- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1996
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- Titel
- Der Beigeschmack des Todes
- Sprache
- Deutsch
- Autor*innen
- Phyllis Dorothy James
- Verlag
- Knaur
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1996
- Seitenzahl
- 479
- ISBN10
- 3426605392
- ISBN13
- 9783426605394
- Reihe
- Adam Dalgliesh
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Krimi & Thriller, Thriller, Politik, Beziehungen, Britische Literatur, Morde, Tod, Klassische Krimis, England, Großbritannien, Verfilmt, Englische Literatur, London, Kirche, Familienbeziehungen, Selbstmord, Aristokratie, Adel, Rätsel, Skandale und Affären, Brutalität
- Erstveröffentlichung
- 1986
- Originaltitel
- A Taste for Death
- Bewertung
- 4 von 5 Sternen
- Beschreibung
- When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .