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Death Flight

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Cub reporter Jonny Murphy is in Buenos Aires interviewing families of victims of Argentina's Dirty War, when a headless torso has washed up on a city beach, thrusting him into a shocking investigation... `Jarringly authentic, pulsatingly engrossing, granular frontline reporter's eye - her finest thriller yet´Peter Hain `A tense political thriller that veritably thrums with menace. Clever, ambitious and utterly compulsive´ Kia Abdullah `Gripping, intriguing, action-packed and powerful, I raced through this hard-hitting thriller in just two days! ´ Philippa East _______________ Argentina. 1998. Human remains are found on a beach on the outskirts of Buenos Aires - a gruesome echo of when the tide brought home dozens of mutilated bodies thrown from planes during Argentina's Dirty War. Flights of death, with passengers known as the Disappeared. International Tribune reporter Jonny Murphy is in Buenos Aires interviewing families of the missing, desperate to keep their memory alive, when the corpse turns up. His investigations with his companion, freelance photographer Paloma Glenn, have barely started when Argentina's simmering financial crisis explodes around them. As the fabric of society starts to disintegrate and Argentine cities burn around them, Jonny and Paloma are suddenly thrust centre stage, fighting to secure both their jobs and their livelihoods. But Jonny is also fighting something else, an echo from his own past that he'll never shake, and as it catches up with him and Paloma, he must make choices that will endanger everything he knows... _______________ `Sarah Sultoon creates intelligent, memorable characters and fascinating stories´ Holly Watt `A powerhouse writer´ Jo Spain `A must-read, high-octane political thriller that does not let up ... a heart-stopping and deeply touching read. Superb´ Eve Smith `With Argentina back in the headlines, this is a timely thriller exploring one of the darkest chapters in the country's history ... a gripping read´ Martin Patience, BBC News `Non-stop, breathless, harrowing, who-can-we-trust thriller, all the more powerful for being based on real tragic events´ Anthony Dunford Praise for Sarah Sultoon **Longlisted for the John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger** **WINNER of the Crime Fiction Lover Debut Thriller Award** `A first-class political thriller´ Steve Cavanagh `A bitingly sharp, pacy thriller. Devilishly good. I inhaled it´ Freya Berry `A brave and thought-provoking debut novel´ Adam Hamdy `A taut and thought-provoking book that's all the more unnerving for how much it echoes the headlines in real life´ CultureFly `A tense thriller, a remarkable debut, heartbreaking, but ultimately this is a story of resilience and survival´ NB Magazine `A powerful, compelling read that doesn't shy away from some upsetting truths ... written with such energy´ Fanny Blake `A powerful story of the brutality of front-line journalism. Authentic, provocative and terrifyingly relevant´ Will Carver `An extraordinary piece of writing from a political thriller writer at the very top of her game´ Victoria Selman `Brilliant and gripping´ S J Watson `Full of danger and pulsating characters´ Louise Beech

Sarah Sultoon is a journalist and writer, whose work as an international news executive at CNN has taken her all over the world, from the seats of power in both Westminster and Washington to the frontlines of Iraq and Afghanistan. She has extensive experience in conflict zones, winning three Peabody awards for her work on the war in Syria, an Emmy for her contribution to the coverage of Europe's migrant crisis in 2015, and a number of Royal Television Society gongs. As passionate about fiction as nonfiction, she recently completed a Masters of Studies in Creative Writing at the University of Cambridge, adding to an undergraduate language degree in French and Spanish, and Masters of Philosophy in History, Film and Television. When not reading or writing she can usually be found somewhere outside, either running, swimming or throwing a ball for her three children and dog while she imagines what might happen if.....mehr
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KlappentextCub reporter Jonny Murphy is in Buenos Aires interviewing families of victims of Argentina's Dirty War, when a headless torso has washed up on a city beach, thrusting him into a shocking investigation... `Jarringly authentic, pulsatingly engrossing, granular frontline reporter's eye - her finest thriller yet´Peter Hain `A tense political thriller that veritably thrums with menace. Clever, ambitious and utterly compulsive´ Kia Abdullah `Gripping, intriguing, action-packed and powerful, I raced through this hard-hitting thriller in just two days! ´ Philippa East _______________ Argentina. 1998. Human remains are found on a beach on the outskirts of Buenos Aires - a gruesome echo of when the tide brought home dozens of mutilated bodies thrown from planes during Argentina's Dirty War. Flights of death, with passengers known as the Disappeared. International Tribune reporter Jonny Murphy is in Buenos Aires interviewing families of the missing, desperate to keep their memory alive, when the corpse turns up. His investigations with his companion, freelance photographer Paloma Glenn, have barely started when Argentina's simmering financial crisis explodes around them. As the fabric of society starts to disintegrate and Argentine cities burn around them, Jonny and Paloma are suddenly thrust centre stage, fighting to secure both their jobs and their livelihoods. But Jonny is also fighting something else, an echo from his own past that he'll never shake, and as it catches up with him and Paloma, he must make choices that will endanger everything he knows... _______________ `Sarah Sultoon creates intelligent, memorable characters and fascinating stories´ Holly Watt `A powerhouse writer´ Jo Spain `A must-read, high-octane political thriller that does not let up ... a heart-stopping and deeply touching read. Superb´ Eve Smith `With Argentina back in the headlines, this is a timely thriller exploring one of the darkest chapters in the country's history ... a gripping read´ Martin Patience, BBC News `Non-stop, breathless, harrowing, who-can-we-trust thriller, all the more powerful for being based on real tragic events´ Anthony Dunford Praise for Sarah Sultoon **Longlisted for the John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger** **WINNER of the Crime Fiction Lover Debut Thriller Award** `A first-class political thriller´ Steve Cavanagh `A bitingly sharp, pacy thriller. Devilishly good. I inhaled it´ Freya Berry `A brave and thought-provoking debut novel´ Adam Hamdy `A taut and thought-provoking book that's all the more unnerving for how much it echoes the headlines in real life´ CultureFly `A tense thriller, a remarkable debut, heartbreaking, but ultimately this is a story of resilience and survival´ NB Magazine `A powerful, compelling read that doesn't shy away from some upsetting truths ... written with such energy´ Fanny Blake `A powerful story of the brutality of front-line journalism. Authentic, provocative and terrifyingly relevant´ Will Carver `An extraordinary piece of writing from a political thriller writer at the very top of her game´ Victoria Selman `Brilliant and gripping´ S J Watson `Full of danger and pulsating characters´ Louise Beech

Sarah Sultoon is a journalist and writer, whose work as an international news executive at CNN has taken her all over the world, from the seats of power in both Westminster and Washington to the frontlines of Iraq and Afghanistan. She has extensive experience in conflict zones, winning three Peabody awards for her work on the war in Syria, an Emmy for her contribution to the coverage of Europe's migrant crisis in 2015, and a number of Royal Television Society gongs. As passionate about fiction as nonfiction, she recently completed a Masters of Studies in Creative Writing at the University of Cambridge, adding to an undergraduate language degree in French and Spanish, and Masters of Philosophy in History, Film and Television. When not reading or writing she can usually be found somewhere outside, either running, swimming or throwing a ball for her three children and dog while she imagines what might happen if.....
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Erscheinungsdatum29.02.2024
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SpracheEnglisch
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Leseprobe



Chapter Two


Even though it is pointless, Jonny retraces his steps: back out of the plaza on to one of the city´s main arterial avenues, pavements littered with discarded cigarettes, crushed tin cans and bottle-tops - everything except his damned reporter´s notebook with its distinctive buff cover, the one that gives him a pathetic thrill every time he notes the word reporter´ on the front. He kicks at a crack underfoot, digging around in his empty pocket as if he can physically reconstitute its pages.

His notebook had to have been deliberately filched, otherwise why would his wallet still be in place? Is it possible it was a mistake, made by an incompetent petty thief? Jonny pulls into a doorway, turning the wallet between his fingers. In the cramped space and dim light of the bus, he supposes they could have felt the same. And it is more likely that someone rooted around for the first thing they could find and came up with something completely useless. If so his precious notebook is probably disintegrating somewhere in the drains halfway to the bay by now.

A sudden, sharp rattle from behind prompts him to stash the wallet again, but it´s only two elderly gentlemen squeezing past with folding chairs and a camping table, ready to set up on the pavement for a game of draughts. Something snags in Jonny´s mind as he watches them chunter back and forth. That mystery Bolivian woman knew to speak to him in English. Jonny´s been in Buenos Aires long enough to know that most people dressed so traditionally usually speak one of the many indigenous languages of the South American continent over the Spanish of their colonisers, and certainly over English. That woman clearly had a point to make. So was she the one who took the notebook? Was that her play all along? Distract him while she went into his pocket for something far more valuable to her than his stupid wallet?

Jonny dashes past the elderly gentlemen and sprints back into the plaza, trying to remember exactly what he wrote down. There were names and dates, different theories and possibilities. Feeling suddenly winded, he stumbles back to the bench under the rubber tree. But just as he sits, he remembers.

She said Jonny was being followed. And if she was right, he´s done nothing over the past few minutes other than meander around in stupid, misguided circles.

Suddenly grateful for his wallet over his notebook, Jonny hurries to a curio stand, bursting with vibrantly coloured knitted hats and scarves. Grabbing a random handful, he proffers a clutch of crumpled peso notes to the vendor, and despite the heat of the late-spring afternoon - spring in November, Jonny still can´t get used to it - he jams a knitted hat on his head and wraps himself in a scarf. Cornering the sprawling train station on the plaza´s northern tip, the smell of candied peanuts gives way to the acrid belch of fuel. Jonny speeds round the last few corners to the heavy wrought-iron gates of his apartment unit a few blocks away.

The familiar chorus of street patois greets him as Jonny fumbles for his keys - yep, still safely in his pocket with his wallet. He´d hand over the keys in a flash if he could just find his precious notebook. The usual cluster of men are crouched on the pavement outside searing something unidentifiable on a small, makeshift grill. When Jonny last asked, this group had numbered a Colombian, a Peruvian, two Bolivianos and a Paraguayan. At the time he´d been sure they were making it up as they went along just to mess with him. He´d even played the dumb gringo, given them a laugh at his own expense - these were men he´d rather have on his side than not, parked on the street outside his apartment block every day and night. But now he finds himself wondering whether they´re not just using this stretch of pavement as a kitchen, but are here for another reason. Fitting his key into the lock, the heavy iron security gate clangs opens into the small shared courtyard. Checking behind him, to make sure no one´s looking through the gate, Jonny is finally able to rip off his knits, taking the iron staircase two steps at a time, up to his small studio on the top floor and dropping his pile of fabric just inside the door.

The phone line rings out for a full minute after Jonny´s picked up the receiver and dialled Paloma´s number. She´s not there yet, of course; the shop where she left her film to be developed is in the opposite direction to where they both live. He peels off his sweat-soaked shirt, flinging it on to the bare floorboards in frustration. The open window doesn´t do him the courtesy of ushering in even a puff of fresh air. Squeaking open the tap, he draws a glass of water, trying to steady himself for long enough to consider what he knows.

It´s been nearly two weeks since Jonny started investigating something other than Argentina´s looming financial crisis. Nearly two weeks since the grisly discovery of a woman´s body washed up on a city beach - no, Jonny is already correcting himself, dropping into one of his two rickety dining chairs. That´s only what they were told. What Paloma was told. He kicks at a table leg, instantly regretting it as water slops all over the place. Jonny is the reporter in this relationship. By now he should be the one fluent enough to do some of the talking instead of letting his Mexican-American colleague translate for him all the time.

He takes a gulp of water, starts again. What he knows is that it´s been nearly two weeks since the body was found - or since Paloma and Jonny found out about it. Body parts, rather than an intact corpse. Headless, the police-issue crime-scene photograph had confirmed, with no fingerprints because there were no fingers left either, the only identifying mark a faded tattoo of a bird on the chest. Jonny twists round to consult the map pinned on the wall behind him, running a sweaty fingertip the short distance down the coast from Buenos Aires to the beach in question at the community of La Plata, known as the city´s southernmost suburb.

The horrifying crime-scene photograph reassembles in Jonny´s mind with inescapable clarity. These beaches are not virgin sands. Argentina´s Dirty War saw to that some fifteen years ago. He reaches over to his tiny bookcase to consult the threadbare historical textbook he seems to spend all his time re-reading. Argentina´s military dictatorship terrorised the country for almost a decade, propped up by the might of the United States, more terrified of the rise of Communism than the rest of the South American continent put together. Death squads stalked the streets with impunity. Thousands of alleged political dissidents were arrested, tortured and killed - many on the so-called Flights of Death.

Los Vuelos de Muerte, Jonny thinks, the sweat on his back turning cold. Whole planeloads of prisoners spirited away, drugged and hogtied, to be flung out into the open skies over the sea. Where better to hide the evidence of a killing machine as brutally efficient as Argentina´s former military dictatorship than the icy depths of the Atlantic Ocean? No one would ever have been able to prove what really happened were it not for the ocean tides inexorably moving some human remains back on to dry land. But the burden of proof is still the size of the Andes. Thousands of bodies simply disappeared.

Jonny considers this, flipping back and forth through the well-thumbed pages. The Dirty War ended fifteen years ago. He doesn´t need a textbook to tell him that bodies don´t survive intact in water for that long. And there are plenty of other reasons why a corpse might find its way into the water in a city like Buenos Aires. Drugs. Gangs. Money. Revenge. People getting angry. People getting even. People sending messages in the vilest of ways.

Jonny´s finger stills on a random page. The echoes of the Dirty War in this case seem far too convincing not to be at least partly deliberate. The similarities to the most inflammatory period of Argentinian history are, in fact, glaringly obvious. And yet this latest discovery hasn´t hit even the local news headlines. Why? He flicks to a more recent chapter, reminds himself how influential the military remained even once the war had ended. Democracy was only restored after the economy collapsed. But the incoming president had to waive the prosecution of crimes committed by the former military regime to hold off another coup. The amnesty is still in place, leaving commanders accused of the most heinous of crimes free to mix in Argentinian society.

Jonny snaps the book shut. Is that the reason local journalists are keeping the news off the front pages? Human remains showing up on a popular city beach is a top story whichever way it is spun. But Jonny´s been scouring the papers for days now and come up blank. Evidence of an attempted disappearance fifteen years after the end of the Dirty War would mean elements of the former military junta are still operating underground, with state-sponsored impunity, sending gruesome messages of their own. That´s the real news story here. But Jonny has to prove it.

Dropping the book on the table, he paces back to the window. In order to get anywhere with this he needs to identify the victim. The police haven´t made any headway yet, or at least, aren´t...

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Sarah Sultoon is a journalist and writer, whose work as an international news executive at CNN has taken her all over the world, from the seats of power in both Westminster and Washington to the frontlines of Iraq and Afghanistan. She has extensive experience in conflict zones, winning three Peabody awards for her work on the war in Syria, an Emmy for her contribution to the coverage of Europe's migrant crisis in 2015, and a number of Royal Television Society gongs. As passionate about fiction as nonfiction, she recently completed a Masters of Studies in Creative Writing at the University of Cambridge, adding to an undergraduate language degree in French and Spanish, and Masters of Philosophy in History, Film and Television. When not reading or writing she can usually be found somewhere outside, either running, swimming or throwing a ball for her three children and dog while she imagines what might happen if.....