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

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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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“Creach is in C.” Slidell popped the door. “You watch from here.”

The small cubicle held the usual table and chairs, AV setup, and wall phone. As I sat, the small screen came to life in grainy black-and-white. Metallic sounds sputtered through the speakers.

CC Creach sat on a metal and gray plastic chair similar to the one I occupied, elbows on the table, chin resting on his fists. His long dark hair was pulled into a braid bound by elastic bands spaced inches apart.

I heard a door open. Creach’s head jerked up and spun toward the sound.

Footsteps, then Slidell came into view. Creach followed his progress, lower arms upright like long skinny poles, eyes wide and skittish.

Slidell tossed a file onto the table. It landed with a sharp click.

Creach’s hands dropped, allowing a better view of his face. The harsh fluorescent lighting turned the white patch on his cheek a pallid blue.

“Hey, man.” Creach flicked a nervous grin. “What’s happening?”

Slidell stared down at his subject, silent and unsmiling.

“Guess I got a little worked up.” Creach made an odd giggling sound.

Slidell pulled out a chair.

“Dude has no sense of humor. I’ll apologize. No harm no foul, right?”

Slidell sat. Opened the file. Slowly sorted and organized the contents.

Creach sat back. Sat forward.

Slidell checked that the AV equipment was on and working.

“This interview will be recorded. For your protection and for mine. Do you have any objection to that?”

Creach shook his head.

Slidell hit a button. “Present at this interview are Detective Erskine Slidell, Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department Felony Investigative Bureau/Homicide Unit, and Cecil Converse Creach.” Slidell provided the date and time.

As Creach watched nervously, Slidell drew a paper from his stack and pretended to read. I knew what he was doing. And why he’d left Creach waiting so long. He wanted Creach anxious, vulnerable. More likely to make mistakes.

Slidell laid down the paper. “Class is now in session.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You ever go to school, CC? Maybe ride the special bus?”

“School of hard knocks.” Creach giggled in a way that made me think of Jack Nicholson in Easy Rider .

“You think this is funny?”

“I thought you was joking. You know, that shit about going to school.”

Slidell just stared.

Creach’s right foot started pumping, sending one bony knee bouncing like a piston.

“I didn’t do nothing.”

“That’s what we call a double negative, CC. If you didn’t do nothing, then you done something. Which is why you’re sitting here stinking up my interrogation room.”

Some interviewers like to put their subjects at ease, gain their trust, then take advantage. Not Slidell. He believes in going straight for the kill.

“You’re on parole, ain’t that right?”

Creach nodded.

“A drunk and disorderly violates. Am I right again?”

No reaction.

“You don’t cooperate, CC, your skinny black ass is back in the joint. I hear you’re a popular guy inside.”

Creach’s eyes began jumping around the room.

“Look at me, dipshit. You lose focus, I lose patience. You don’t want that.”

“You got it wrong, man.”

“Do I? Let’s try this. Passion Fruit Club.”

Creach looked genuinely confused.

“Ever get your pipe cleaned at the Passion Fruit?”

“What?”

“You need I should spell it out real slow?”

Creach opened his lips, but said nothing.

“I asked a question, asshole. You get your joystick tuned up at the”—Slidell hooked quotation marks—“massage parlor?”

Creach couldn’t sit still. His fingers picked at the table edge. His sneaker went rat-tat-tat on the tile.

Slidell sighed and began gathering his papers.

Creach’s hands flew up. “Fine, then. Yeah. I been there.”

“When?”

“Couple times. Maybe three.”

“When?”

“Like, a date?”

“Yeah, dipshit. Like a date.”

“I’m not so good with dates.”

“Dig real deep, CC.”

Creach’s eyes stilled as he thought about his recent timetable.

“A few weeks ago, maybe.”

Slidell tipped his head.

“A Monday? Yeah. I remember. Two weeks ago Monday. I was with this guy Zeno. Zeno said they got fresh stuff dancing at the Bronco Club.”

I grabbed my iPhone and opened the calendar. Two Mondays back. The day our Jane Doe died.

“What do you mean, ‘fresh stuff’?”

“The owner brings new dancers in the first Monday of every month. When we’re flush, Zeno and me go to check out the titties.”

“How old are these titties?”

“I don’t know.”

Slidell drilled Creach with a look.

“The ones come those special Mondays, they’re young.”

“Kids?”

“Look, man. I don’t ask their IDs.”

“And sometimes these young ladies rock your world.”

“No way.” Creach’s head wagged too fast and too many times. “One of them complained about something, it wasn’t me. Or if they’s underage or something.”

“Uh-huh. Let me guess. You can’t afford poontang at the Bronco, so you go down market to the Passion Fruit. What, the chicks a little older there? Maybe got all their molars?”

“No. They’s young, too.” Creach was too thick to catch Slidell’s sarcasm. “I don’t like old pussy.”

“You’re a real discriminating guy, CC.”

Slidell sounded as revolted as I felt. After pausing a moment, he pulled a photo of Jane Doe from his assortment and whipped it across the table.

“You know her?”

Creach scratched an ear as he eyed the image. “Yeah.”

Slidell’s eyes rolled up to the camera.

I held my breath.

“What’s her name?”

“Candy.”

“Tell me about her.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Dead serious.”

“The Passion Fruit’s not a place for shooting the shit.”

Slidell crossed his arms.

Creach shrugged. “She didn’t speak no English, man. None of them did. They talked Spanish or some shit.”

Slidell slid Ray Majerick’s mug shot across the table.

Creach studied the face but said nothing.

“I’m gonna say something here maybe I shouldn’t.” Slidell inhaled deeply, exhaled through his nose. “I think you’re trying, CC. But so far, it ain’t enough. You give me something to work with, I’ll do what I can to make the drunk-and-disorderly beef disappear.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Creach tapped the photo. “This guy was always there.”

“At the Passion Fruit.”

“Yeah.”

“He work there?”

“I don’t know. Honest to fuck, I don’t. The girls called him Magic. Acted scared of the dude.”

“Why?”

“No fucking clue.”

I hadn’t noticed the pumping foot go quiet. Until it started again.

“This shit’s all confidential, right? It gets out I talked to you, it’s my balls to the wall.”

Slidell flipped a pen and tablet across the table. “Write it down.”

“I gave it up. Come on. We’re talking my ass!”

Slidell was already heading for the door. He turned.

“Do yourself a favor. Calm the fuck down.”

“Hey! Wait! What happens to me?”

I met Slidell in the hall.

“What do you think, doc?”

“His story seems to track.”

“So we got Candy for our Jane Doe’s street name. Maybe Majerick for her pimp.”

“You figure Majerick works alone, or as a handler for someone else?”

“Magic’s too mean and too crazy to run a string. If that’s what we’re looking at.”

I thought about Creach’s words. Young girls arriving every month.

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