A new-look series of Hercule Poirot books for the 21st century.
From seat No. 9, Hercule Poirot was ideally placed to observe his fellow air passengers. Over to his right sat a pretty young woman, clearly infatuated with the man opposite; ahead, in seat No. 13, sat a Countess with a poorly-concealed cocaine habit; across the gangway in seat No. 8, a detective writer was being troubled by an aggressive wasp.
What Poirot did not yet realise was that behind him, in seat No. 2, sat the slumped, lifeless body of a woman . . .
