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Kathy Reichs: Bones of the Lost: A Temperance Brennan Novel

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Apple-style-span #1 Bones, When Charlotte police discover the body of a teenage girl along a desolate stretch of two-lane highway, Temperance Brennan fears the worst. The girl’s body shows signs of foul play. Inside her purse, police find an airline club card bearing the name of prominent local businessman John-Henry Story, who died in a horrific fire months earlier. How did Story and the girl know each other? Was she an illegal immigrant turning tricks? Was she murdered? Was he? Tempe must also examine a bundle of Peruvian dog mummies confiscated by U.S. Customs. A Desert Storm veteran named Dominick Rockett stands accused of smuggling the objects into the country. Could there be some connection between the trafficking of antiquities and the trafficking of humans? As the complications pile on, Tempe must also grapple with personal turmoil. Her daughter, Katy, grieving the death of her boyfriend in Afghanistan, impulsively enlists in the army. Meanwhile, Katy’s father, Pete, is growing frustrated by Tempe’s reluctance to finalize their divorce. As pressure mounts from all corners, Tempe soon finds herself at the center of a conspiracy that extends all the way from South America to Afghanistan and right to the center of Charlotte. A tour de force of imagination,Bones of the Lostis a roller coaster of plot twists, punctuated by Tempe’s fierce wit and forensic know-how. “A genius at building suspense” (New York Daily News), Kathy Reichs is at her brilliant best in this sixteenth installment of the Temperance Brennan series. With the Fox seriesBonesin its ninth season, Kathy Reichs has reached new heights in suspenseful storytelling.

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Feet aflame, I jammed the keys into the ignition and bent sideways to tug at my right shoe. The thing gripped as though grafted onto my flesh.

I tugged harder.

My foot exploded from its casing. With much twisting and maneuvering, I repeated the process on the left.

Settling against the seatback, I eyeballed a pair of spectacular blisters. Then the hated Louboutins in my hand.

My hand.

My wrist.

My bare wrist!

Katy.

A familiar stab of fear pierced my chest.

I pushed it away.

Focus. The bracelet had been in place in the jury lounge, in the jury box.

The clink. The little silver band must have caught on something during my slither along the SUV.

Cursing, I squeezed back out and slammed the car door.

The human brain is a switching station that operates on two levels. As a reflex order fired to my hand, a neural connection was already taking place in my cerebellum. Before the door hit home, I knew I was screwed. Pointlessly, I tried the handle, then checked the position of all four lock buttons.

Cursing even more colorfully, I reached for my purse. Which was lying on the passenger seat.

Shit .

And the keys? Dangling from the ignition.

I stood a moment, pant cuffs waterfalling over my bare feet, suit streaked with dirt, underarms soggy with sweat. And wondered.

Could this day get any worse?

A muted voice floated from inside the car. Andy Grammer singing “Keep Your Head Up,” announcing an incoming call on my iPhone. I almost laughed. Almost.

I’d told my boss, Tim Larabee, that I’d be at the lab before noon. In the jury lounge, I’d phoned to update my ETA to 1:00 P.M. My watch now said 2:00. Larabee would be wondering about the mummified remains awaiting my evaluation.

Maybe it wasn’t Larabee.

Hell. So now what? There was no one I wanted to tell I was standing shoeless on a parking deck, locked out of my car.

But you gotta keep your head up . . .

Right.

I scanned the lot. Full of vehicles. Devoid of people.

Break the car window? With what? Frustrated, I glared at the glass. It countered with an image of an angry woman with really bad hair. Clever.

But it was. My eyes took in the glass that no longer snugged tight to the frame. A worn or missing tooth in the window regulator, Jimmy, my mechanic, had said. Dangerous. Enough gap for some kid to drop a wire and be halfway to Georgia before you realize your car’s been boosted.

Seriously? I’d said. A ten-year-old Mazda?

Parts, he’d said solemnly.

Was a coat hanger too much to ask? I scanned the detritus collected where the deck’s pavement met its back wall. Pebbles, cellophane wrappers, aluminum cans. Nothing likely to get me into the car.

I moved along the wall, gingerly positioning my feet. Though the blisters now looked like patches of ground beef, I soldiered on, cuffs dragging on the filthy concrete.

Mummified bones at the lab growing older by the minute.

Given all the delays, I’d be at the ME office until well into the evening. Then home to a cranky cat. Microwaving whatever was left in the freezer.

But you gotta keep your . . .

Can it.

Then I spotted a glint in the debris two yards ahead. Hopeful, I inched toward it.

My prize was a two-foot segment of wire, perhaps once part of a jerry-rigged arrangement such as the one I envisioned.

After a fast hobble back to the Mazda, I created a small loop at one end and fed the wire through Jimmy’s gap.

Working two-handed, face flat to the window, I tried to drop the loop over the button. Each time the gizmo seemed well positioned, I pulled up sharply.

I was on my zillionth loop-and-yank when a voice boomed at my back.

“Step away from the vehicle.”

Shit .

Clutching the wire firmly in one hand, I turned.

A uniformed parking attendant stood three yards from me, feet spread, palms up and pointed my way. His expression was one of nervous excitement.

I smiled what I hoped was a disarming smile. Or at least calming.

The attendant did not smile back.

“Step away from the vehicle.” The guy’s hair was blond, his face flushed a shade of red just a tick down from that of my blisters. I guessed his age at maybe eighteen.

I beamed a “silly me” charmer. “I’ve locked myself out of my car.”

“I’ll need to see ID and registration.”

“My purse is inside. The keys are in the ignition.”

“Step away from the vehicle.”

“If I can manage to catch the lock I can show you—”

“Step away from the vehicle.” Blondie had quite the repertoire.

I did as ordered, still holding on to the wire. Blondie gestured me further back.

Eyes rolling, I increased the distance. Let go. The wire slid inside onto the car seat.

Irritation overcame my resolve to be pleasant.

“Look, it’s my car. I’ve just left jury duty. My registration and license are inside. I need to get to work. At the medical examiner’s office.”

If I hoped the last reference would do it, I was wrong. Blondie’s expression said dirty barefoot woman with burglary tool. Dangerous?

“Call the ME office,” I snapped.

A beat. Then, “Wait here.”

Like I was a flight risk with no shoes and no wheels.

Blondie hurried off.

I leaned against the Mazda, fuming, shifting from damaged foot to damaged foot, alternating between checking my watch and scanning the pavement for my bracelet. I began to pace the parking lot. Finally I heard the sound of an engine.

Seconds later, a white Ford Taurus rolled up the ramp.

Could this day get any worse?

It just had.

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PULLING CLOSE, ERSKINE “SKINNY” SLIDELL removed his knock-off Ray-Bans, lowered his window, and eyed my flopping pant legs, devastated feet, and disheveled hair. A smile lifted one corner of his mouth. Though the Charlotte-Mecklenburg PD Felony Investigative Bureau/Homicide Unit has more than two dozen detectives, somehow I always end up with Skinny. And the pairing is always a test of my fortitude.

It’s not that Slidell’s a bad investigator. Quite the opposite. But Skinny views himself as “old-school.” In his mind that means Dirty Harry Callahan, Popeye Doyle, and Sergeant Friday. I’ve seen Slidell question witnesses. Always expect “just the facts, ma’am.” But Skinny’s not a “sir” and “ma’am” kind of guy.

Several years back, Slidell’s partner, Eddie Rinaldi, was killed in a sidewalk shoot-out. No one blamed Slidell. Except Slidell. Thinking Skinny could use some diversity awareness, the department partnered him with a Latina lesbian named Theresa Madrid. To the surprise of all, the two got along.

Recently, Madrid and her partner had adopted a Korean infant, and Madrid had taken maternity leave. Slidell was temporarily working solo. Which he liked.

“Whoo-hee.” The dolt actually said that.

“Detective—”

“You piss someone off?”

Later I might have chuckled about this episode. At that moment, I saw nothing but lousy choices. Argue with the parking twerp. Hike to a phone, then wait for AAA. Deal with Slidell.

“How did you know I was here?” Cool.

“I was with Doc Larabee when he got a call.” Slidell leaned over and opened the passenger-side door. “Get in.”

Drawing a lungful of fresh air, I slid into the seat.

“Lord in heaven, doc. Don’t know I’ve seen anyone that ratty in years.”

“You should get out more.”

“What the hell were you—”

“Mud wrestling. Pull over there.” I pointed to where my car was.

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