The latest gripping thriller featuring Nathan Sutherland, set against the background of the most beautiful city on earth: Venice. The perfect atmospheric crime novel for fans of Joseph Kanon, Donna Leon and Abir Mukherjee.>

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Philip Gwynne Jones was born in South Wales in 1966, and lived and worked throughout Europe before settling in Scotland in the 1990s. He first came to Italy in 1994, when he spent some time working for the European Space Agency in Frascati, a job that proved to be less exciting than he had imagined.

He spent twenty years in the IT industry before realising he was congenitally unsuited to it. Furthermore, an attempt to find a secure, well-paid job with a proper pension had resulted in him finding himself in the IT department of a large Scottish bank during the global financial crisis.

Something, clearly, had to change. And so it was that - following a conversation with a man in a pub - Philip and Caroline left their jobs, sold their flat and moved to Venice in search of a better, simpler future. They were wrong about the 'simpler' bit . . .

Philip now works as a teacher, writer and translator, and lives in Venice with Caroline. He enjoys cooking, art, classical music and opera; and can occasionally be seen and heard singing bass with Cantori Veneziani and the Ensemble Vocale di Venezia.

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The city of Venice is alive with celebrations for La Festa del Redentore: the biggest festival of the year. The canal is lined with revellers eating and drinking, and boats travel up the water to watch the spectacular firework display behind St Mark's Basilica cathedral.

Nathan Sutherland and his wife Federica have been invited to watch the fireworks from the apartment of a successful local businessman. But the festivities are interrupted when the body of one of the other guests is discovered, floating in the canal.

The police rule the death an accident; an unfortunate drowning after celebrating a little too hard. But Nathan is less than convinced. The biggest party in Venice might just have been the perfect place to commit a murder . . .