She had come, along with the twelve others of the Armstrong household, to kill Simon Ratchett, the once-dangerous (and probably still dangerous) crime lord who had ruined lives. Their lives. But from what it seemed, as the detective Hercule Poirot declared (and it was a surprise she was traveling with them) that the man was already dead last night. Someone had gotten to him first.

"So, any clues?" She asked Poirot.