Agatha Christie meets Andy Weir in the ultimate locked room mystery set in the first hotel on the moon TEN WERE CHOSEN. HOW MANY WILL SURVIVE? Ten lucky people have won a place at the most exclusive launch event of the century: the grand opening of the Hotel Artemis, the first hotel on the moon. It's an invitation to die for. As their transport departs for its return to Earth and the doors seal shut behind them, the guests take the next leap for mankind. However, they soon discover that all is not as it seems. The champagne may be flowing, but there is no one to pour it. Room service is available, but there is no one to deliver it. Besides the ten of them, they are completely alone. When one of the guests is found murdered, fear spreads through the group. But that death is only the beginning. Being three days' journey from home and with no way to contact the outside, can any of the guests survive their stay? " And Then There Were None meets Black Mirror. Lauren Forry's moon-based murder mystery is heaps of fun. I had a blast!' - Tom Hindle, author, A Fatal Crossing "The moon makes for a spectacular setting in this highly entertaining Agatha Christie-style murder mystery' ." —TM Logan, author, Lies  "A truly dastardly, devilish and downright terrific murder mystery that's unputdownable . Lauren's writing sparkles with the grisly wonder that all modern crime books should have." —Jonathan Whitelaw, author, The Bingo Hall Detectives "The ultimate locked room mystery - an out-of-this-world And Then There Were None . Hidden secrets, red herrings aplenty, and a satisfying twist. This book should really take off!' —Fiona Leitch, author, Murder on the Menu "A superior riff on  And Then There Were None . . . Forry expertly maintains the nail-biting suspense while fully developing her characters. Agatha Christie fans won’t want to miss this one."— Publishers Weekly , starred review on They Did Bad Things "Forry keeps readers on edge . . . . The solution to the past and present mysteries involves a well-executed twist. This is one for fans of Lucy Foley's   The Hunting Party ."— Booklist on They Did Bad Things “As ingenious as Knives Out , as twisted as Gone Girl . ”—Paul Witcover, author, Tumbling After on They Did Bad Things Lauren Forry was brought up in the woods of Pennsylvania before moving to New York City to earn her undergraduate degree in Cinema Studies and Screenwriting from New York University. She later earned her MA and MFA in Creative Writing and Publishing from Kingston University in London, England. There she was awarded the Faber and Faber Creative Writing MA Prize for her thesis work, Abigale Hall . She is now an Assistant Professor of English at Harcum College in Bryn Mawr, PA, and also adjuncts for Southern New Hampshire University's MFA program. She resides in Bucks County, PA with her dogs and whatever it is her dogs bark at in the night. Chapter 1 Cornwall Spaceport – 11:00 UTC Opportunity. Opulence. Elegance.   Penelope gripped the sink with both hands as she watched those three words scroll continuously across the flatscreen that hung above the mirror of the first class lounge toilets.   Opportunity. Opulence. Elegance .   Why did they need a flatscreen in the toilets anyway? she wondered, trying to forget how much her hands were trembling.   Opportunity. Opulence. Elegance.   What message were they trying to send? What couldn’t wait until someone came out of the toilets?   ‘And couldn’t they think of another word beginning with “O”?’ she said out loud.   Below the scrolling words appeared the image of a leggy blonde in a tight-fitting purple and grey Hotel Artemis employee uniform. To Penelope, the model’s eyes looked vacant – or dead.   ‘Or maybe you’re just projecting,’ she said to herself, looking down at the flight suit she’d been required to change into. The flight suit matched the colours of the employee uniform but had a different design, one with more emphasis on the purple and less on the grey. The purple accents, the PR women had explained, separated those specifically associated with the Hotel Artemis from those who worked directly for the Apollo Group – the consortium that built and owned the hotel – whose logo was the same shade of grey but with steel blue accents. Penelope had only listened to their corporate gobbledygook to take her mind off her churning stomach. It hadn’t worked.   She turned on the tap and splashed her face, rinsing away the minimal makeup the PR women had requested she apply. Penelope didn’t mind if she ended up looking pale and washed out in the press photos. She was half Irish. Her skin always looked pale and washed out, a stark contrast to her hair – a brown so dark it looked almost black. That hair was now pulled into a tight French plait, the best way to tame it for long journeys. And she was about to take the longest trip of her life.   She patted her face dry with a clean, plush towel th