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I’m a psychologist. Dr Emy Rose. Although that’s not my real name. I run a pioneering new government project, persuading convicted murderers to give up their secrets – namely, the resting places of their victims. The work I do is gruelling: one-to-one interrogations, conducted over months, with some of the most despicable people on the planet. But it’s about getting answers for the families. And – this part’s a secret – I know better than most how much that means…And nobody else knows how far I am willing to go, to get a murderer to confess.

In 1970, Harold Stamp, a retarded 20-year-old, was convicted on disputed evidence and a retracted confession of brutally murdering his grandmother. Less than three years later he is dead, driven to suicide by isolation and despair. Thirty years on, Jonathan Hughes, an anthropologist specialising in social stereotyping, comes across the case by accident. He finds alarming disparities in the evidence and has little doubt that Stamp's conviction was a terrible miscarriage of justice. But how far is Hughes prepared to go in the search for justice?

London, 1882. Alec Lonsdale, a young reporter on the Pall Mall Gazette, is working on a story about a fatal house fire. But the postmortem on the victim produces shocking results: Patrick Donovan's death was no accident. But why would someone murder a humble shop assistant and steal part of his brain? When a second body is discovered, its throat cut, and then a third, Lonsdale and his spirited female colleague, Hulda Friederichs, begin to uncover evidence of a conspiracy that reaches to the highest echelons of Victorian society.

Heidi Lucy has a secreta big one. A scary, dangerous, ugly one. Theres just one problem: thanks to a mysterious head wound, she cant seem to remember what that secret is. In order to regain her lost memories, Heidi sets out to retrace her stepsfollowed grudgingly by Soren, a faithful patron of...

To pay off some bills, crime scene cleaner Gabby St.Claire takes a job doing mold remediation, but she finds a surprise in the dilapidated home's crawlspace: Elvis, dead as a doornail, and still wearing his blue suede shoes. How could she possibly keep her nose out of a case like this?