Erica could hardly believe her luck. Her talents were needed to track down a gang of thieves who were stealing Buddhist treasures.
Her knowledge of the Tibetan language would be put to use and she would be returning to a part of the world that fascinated her.
Everything looked so straightforward at first. Then she realised she was being drawn into a web of intrigue that threatened everyone around her.
3rd April 1963, Zhongdian, China. Nawang Dolma hid behind the prayer flags and choked back tears. Blood spattered the steps of the shrine and dripped onto the earth below. The monk’s cries had died down. Nawang wondered if he was dead. His twisted body lay in the dust and blood flowed from a gash across his shaven head.
The old man had tried to stop the Red Guards from taking the holy scriptures and...