Cassandra Bowden is no stranger to hungover mornings. She's a binge drinker, her job with the airline making it easy to find adventure and the occasional blackouts seem to be inevitable. When she awakes in a Dubai hotel room, she tries to piece back together the previous night. Quietly sliding out of bed, careful not to aggravate her already pounding head, she looks at the man she spent the night with. She sees his dark hair, his stillness and then a slick, still wet pool on blood on the crisp white sheets. Afraid to call the police--she's a single woman alone in a hotel room far from home--Cassie begins to lie. She lies as she joins the other flight attendants and pilots in the van. She lies on the way to Paris as she works the first class cabin. She lies to the FBI agents in New York who meet her at the gate. Soon it's too late to come clean, or face the truth about what really happened back in Dubai. Could she have killed him? If not, who did?