The Flight Attendant

Hangover mornings are nothing new for Cassandra Bowden. Her work at the airline makes it simple for her to find adventure, she binges drinks, and it seems like blackouts will sometimes occur. She shares their home and the ensuing self-loathing. She wakes up in a hotel room in Dubai, trying to put together what happened the night before and counting down the minutes before her staff shuttle to the airport is due. Careful not to worsen her already pounding headache, she stealthily gets out of bed and turns to face the guy she shared the night with. She notices his ebony locks. His complete silence. And blood on the clean white linens, a smooth, still moist puddle. Cassie starts lying because she's scared to contact the police since she's a lone lady in a motel room far from home. As she gets into the van with the other pilots and flight attendants, she lies. She operates the first class cabin while lying on the route to Paris. When the FBI officers in New York meet her at the gate, she lies to them. It won't be possible to reveal the truth about what really transpired back in Dubai until it's too late. Was he slain by her? If not, by whom?