A night shoot. The Crew is exhausted. The Producer is enraged. The Director is lost. The Star is killed. The Gun is real. Everyone is a suspect.
Their plan was simple: he drives, she marries the dead guy, then they share the inheritance.
My uncle left Lebanon when he was just a teenager to become a belly dancer. Growing up with only what he had left behind, I've been wondering my whole life who Adam truly is.
