Anna Blundy Knihy

Faith Zanetti isn't covering Israel out of some kind of altruism. She's there because she got posted there by the fat drunk who is her foreign editor. And she loves it. It's hot, it's complicated, there's always some action and her friends are there, slouched at the bar of Jerusalem's American Colony hotel. But when Faith finds the naked corpse of her best friend, Shiv, hanging from the doorframe of her hotel room, she can't keep her journalistic distance any more...

Faith Zanetti doesn't much care who put the bomb on flight TAA67, the plane that blew up over the tiny Scottish village of Cairbridge twenty-five years ago. Wasn't it those Libyan blokes who went to prison for it? For a woman whose comfort zone is a war zone it seems like the boring assignment from hell. But as the conspiracy theories start seeming less theoretical and the threats get increasingly real, Faith realises she's skating on thin ice. With the ghost of her dead father creeping out of her dreams as Sicily erupts in violence around her, and the screams of the doomed passengers ringing in her ears, Faith begins to suspect that the truth she seeks might be closer to home than she thought ...

Faith Zanetti is addicted to danger. But hooked as she might be on alcohol, cigarettes and living life in the fast lane, she's also clever enough to know that at some point something's got to give. She's the Moscow correspondent of the moment - chosen for the job because, as a teenager, she married a Russian. Through the vodka haze it's a struggle to remember everything about those days, but Faith knows that a lot of it was bad. Now, fifteen years later, those days are back to get her. And when she is arrested for murder, Faith knows she's going to have to get the present in order. And the past too.