Murder on the Orient Excess

Начало книги

Mali Kanthachai forced a lengthy yawn out of her system and tugged the creases from her lilac blouse before entering the airliner’s first class cabin. The flight from Bangkok to London’s Heathrow airport was a long one, twelve hours and fifty minutes with an hour still to go, but the rules for cabin crew working in first class were strict: they must appear smart and attentive at all times, always ready to serve the wealthy passengers.

All twelve of the private suites at the front of the Airbus A380’s lower deck were occupied, and first class passengers could be notoriously demanding, but it had been a relatively easy shift for Mali and her crewmates. The Air Thailand flight had left Suvarnabhumi Airport after midnight, the difference in time zones meaning that touchdown at Heathrow would be at seven in the morning, so most of the passengers had slept through the majority of the journey. It was now time to rouse them, giving enough time to prepare individual breakfasts and allow everyone to shower before landing.

Читать дальше →