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What is going on in old Mr Stevenson's house? After his death, the remote cottage was bought at auction by a Bolivian man, Carlos Ramon Álvarez, for a dream price. And strange things have been happening there ever since. Nathalie and Louise are suspicious. They find out something astonishing: Álvarez and old Mr Stevenson knew each other. And Stevenson had more money than anyone ever imagined. Nathalie and Louise pull off a daring stunt to gain access to the cottage.

A storm, a manor house and many secrets. Nathalie and her friends get caught in a downpour during a weekend away and seek shelter in an old manor house. Wealthy Lady Gabrielle has also found refuge at Hannigan Hall - with the Green Giant, a staggeringly valuable diamond, in her luggage. But then it disappears ... and only one of the guests can be the thief! Nathalie sets out to find the culprit only to encounter invisible guests, secret hiding places - and a perfidious plan!

When an archaeology dig uncovers a skeleton, Dr Laurel Nightingale finds herself drawn into another grisly mystery. The bones aren't ancient as everyone hoped, and the police confirm a killer is on the loose. Laurel, alongside her spirited best friend Maggie and history buff Albert, dives into the village's tangled web of secrets and lies. As they dig deeper, a local student winds up dead under mysterious circumstances, a charming police officer turns into an unexpected ally, and suspicion spreads through the village like wildfire.

Ein geheimnisvoller Fund in der Seniorenresidenz Lavendelgarten weckt die Neugierde zweier Bewohnerinnen. Was hat es mit den alten Zeitungsartikeln über das Verschwinden eines kleinen Mädchens auf sich? Die beiden Landfrauen Veronika Zart und Eli Niklas wittern ein Verbrechen. Doch niemand glaubt ihnen.

He was not much more than a child. I estimated his age at fourteen. He was a handsome boy, with the raven-black hair and deeply tanned skin color that marks a person who came from the lands under the Raj. His young body was beginning to show the signs of an emerging well-made sportsman. From his place, lying on his back on the pavement, his dark-brown eyes stared up at the morning sky ... lifeless. Behind his head was a pool of blood, now darkened and congealed.

He was not much more than a child. I estimated his age at fourteen. He was a handsome boy, with the raven-black hair and deeply tanned skin color that marks a person who came from the lands under the Raj. His young body was beginning to show the signs of an emerging well-made sportsman. From his place, lying on his back on the pavement, his dark-brown eyes stared up at the morning sky ... lifeless. Behind his head was a pool of blood, now darkened and congealed.