Her husband is missing from a moving train. The staff say she boarded alone.

She knows she did.

Paris, four o’clock. Cass Whitlock steps aboard the Orient Express with one small case, a rented dress, and a first-class ticket she never paid for. It came in a cream envelope, with no note and no name.

By dinner, she has told a carriage full of strangers that her husband has vanished.

But there’s no husband on the booking. No second passport. Nobody who saw him get on.

And eighteen months ago, a judge declared Daniel Whitlock dead.

One night. Sixteen carriages. Nowhere to get off before Venice.

Someone on this train knows exactly who Cass is, and brought her here for a reason. By the time the train crosses the lagoon, one passenger won’t be stepping off.

A twisty, one-sitting thriller for fans of Freida McFadden and Lucy Foley. Pack your bags; you won’t be able to put it down.