“Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it.” – Hunter S. Thompson
It was five years ago that Air Euro flight 975 crashed at Gatwick Airport after the pilots failed an attempted “go-round” maneuver.
153 passengers and seven airline staff were lost in an instant after the plane lost speed and crashed back down near the end of the runway.
And it’s in the opening pages of the story that we learn that five years has passed since the tragedy. Five years gone by, but for the families of the victims, the devastation, and searing pain of the loss is still very fresh. And even the nation as a whole still seemed to be coming to terms with that day of immense loss…a day that spared only a very few.
Eight, to be exact.
They became known as, “The Lucky Eight.”
Among those who perished was Irish actress Vivienne Kinsella. Her sister, Clodagh, was one of the lucky few.
We also learn that every year the “Lucky Eight” gather to memorialize the anniversary of the day of loss. They gather to mourn the loss of the victims and share stories with each other. They come together as very different people, all from a wide variety of life situations, but they have one major aspect of life in common…they all survived the crash…and they’re all still learning to live with it.
But this year’s gathering of the survivors is unique as it is the five-year anniversary. Five years seems to be sufficient time as to make it a more special commemoration, and to that end, Nick Gilbert, perhaps the most famous of the survivors, arranges and pays for the memorial gathering to be held at the exclusive luxury hotel named the Blue Dolphin Villa.
The event itself is held in one of the hotel’s grand ballrooms, a room much too large for the relatively few gathered, but eagerly offered by the manager who is honored that they chose his hotel to hold this noteworthy event that was sure to attract attention from far and wide.
The survivors and their significant others come together, catching up, sharing their experiences, and once again offering comfort to one another. There is laughter, tears, and drinks flowing freely, and late into the night, everyone begins to make their way to their rooms, unaware that tragedy has just struck, and in the blink of an eye they were no longer eight…they were now only seven.
And it’s amidst this astonishing set of circumstances that we are introduced to Detective Inspector Rachel Lewis of the CID, (Criminal Investigation Department). DI Lewis has been called in when a guest of the Blue Dolphin Villa has been found dead on the beach immediately outside the hotel. But he’s not just any guest, but none other than nationally known celebrity chef Nick Gilbert, and one of “The Lucky Eight.” Nick was the man who arranged for the five-year gathering to be held at the Blue Dolphin, and what was even stranger, he was found dead on the beach by another of the survivors, Clodagh Kinsella. The local police took all this into account, and because of the unique circumstances, and international fame of the victim and the person who found him, the CID was called in.
DI Rachel Lewis arrives at the scene, learning about these details, bit by bit as she looks down at the blank expression on the face of the late Nick Gilbert. She considers the situation she finds herself in, quickly coming to terms with the fact that this is not just a murder case, but much more alarmingly, the mother of all media storms…
Wow! What an opening!
By the time I reached this point, I was only 31 pages into this 356-page book and already I was captivated by a story about the very unexpected murder of a member of such an exclusive group of high-profile survivors. I found myself curious as to what would lead to Nick’s death, and why it was Clodagh who found him on the beach in the very early hours of the morning. What was going on here? I want to know and read on excitedly.
And as I did, I found myself engrossed in an amazing story, one filled with unusual circumstances and intriguing characters, including: A charming costumer designer standing-in as a door attendant, a sinister woman disguised as a ditzy girlfriend, a hotel manager who prefers to leave the views to his guests, a courageous but elusive flight attendant, a pesto making disaster, and best of all an indignant seagull.
I also enjoyed the “good cop, bad cop” routine of Senior Investigative Officer Rachel and “Ade” her partner. Bugler creates an especially entertaining atmosphere between these two characters, and it was one of my favorite parts of the story.
And I’d be remiss if I failed to mention the mouth-watering moments in this story, my favorite being the description of an Ethiopian Yirgacheffe Chelelktu coffee as, “Fruity, with an undercurrent of caramel and rich, smooth coffee flavor.” I could literally smell and taste the deliciousness of this outstanding beverage.
And finally, there were the colorful British slang terms that generously populated this story, all of which were previously unknown to me. These included: tosh, cack-handed, tosspot, bint, bolt hole, and stroppy, to name a few.
This story captivated me right from start to finish, and even though things were very busy for me, both at work and home, I stole away any chance I had to get to the next thrilling chapter. This is my first Sheila Bugler novel, but already I’ve come away convinced that she’s an ace crime thriller storyteller!