The unstoppable Hercule Poirot finds himself in the Middle East with only one day to solve a murder. Now with a beautiful new series look!
Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like some monstrous swollen Buddha, sits the corpse of Mrs. Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist is the only sign of the fatal injection that killed her.
With only twenty-four hours available to solve the mystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark heβd overheard back in Jerusalem: βYou see, donβt you, that sheβs got to be killed?β Mrs. Boynton was, indeed, the most detestable woman heβd ever met. . . .
