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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“She’s dead.”

“Who?” Totally thrown. “Who’s dead?”

“Lily.” A strangled whisper.

Saying his daughter’s name unleashed a torrent of emotions Ryan had been battling to hide. His nostrils blanched and his breathing turned ragged.

A bubble of heat formed in my chest. Tears threatened.

No!

I flew to the sofa, pulled Ryan to me, and held him close. Sobs racked his shoulders. I felt hot dampness on my shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured again and again, feeling helpless in the face of such devastating grief. “I’m so, so sorry.”

At length, Ryan tensed. He pushed from me, sat back, and ran his palms down his cheeks.

“Captain America, reporting for duty.” He smiled, clearly embarrassed.

“Crying is good, Ryan.” I took his hand.

“Man tears.”

“Yes.”

He drew a deep breath, let it out slowly. “I thought you should know.”

“Of course.”

Ryan yanked a hanky from a jeans pocket and blew his nose.

“When?” I asked softly.

“Ten days ago.”

No wonder he’d returned none of my calls. Remorse overwhelmed me. But with undertones of pain. Why hadn’t he reached out for my support?

“What happened?” I asked.

I was certain of the answer. Ryan had shared his daughter’s recent history. The drug escalation, culminating in heroin addiction. The dealer boyfriend. The arrest for shoplifting. I was one of the few in whom he’d confided.

The past year, Lily had appeared to be turning a corner. She’d seemed happy, was attending rehab.

What do we really know about others?

“Overdose.” Ryan patted a pocket. Remembered where he was. Dropped his hand to his lap.

“It’s okay to smoke.” It wasn’t. I hate the smell, hate what cigarettes do to the carpets and drapes. To people. But Ryan needed a crutch to steady his nerves.

I went to the kitchen for an ashtray, knowing I had none. Returned with a saucer.

Ryan shook a Camel from its pack. As he lit up, I noticed a tremor in his hand.

“Guess we each choose our own poison,” he said.

I watched Ryan inhale hard, hold the smoke deep in his lungs, let it out slowly through his nose.

“They found her in an abandoned duplex being used as a shooting gallery.”

I’d been to a heroin den once, as part of a team to collect a corpse. I could still picture the horror. Stained mattress. Used needles. Bugs. The reek of urine and feces.

“She was wearing a T-shirt we bought in Honolulu. She loved it, made me memorize the proverb.” His voice again sounded husky. “Hele me kahau ‘oli.”

I reached out and stroked his face.

“Go with joy,” he translated.

“You did everything you could, Ryan.”

A tear broke free and rolled down his cheek. He backhanded it roughly. Took another drag of his Camel.

“Guess it wasn’t enough.” Bitter.

What could I say?

When Ryan learned of Lily’s existence, she was already in her teens. He’d never cradled her as an infant, never shared her joys or comforted her fears as a child. I knew he regretted his absence from her life. Knew he felt responsible for her addictions. Her death.

Under the law, Lily was an adult. Ryan couldn’t tell her how to live or what to do. Still. I could imagine my own sorrow and self-recrimination should something happen to Katy.

Parenting transcends rationality. Always you think you could have done more. Always you blame yourself when things go wrong.

“I should have concentrated more on Lily and less on the job, on strangers who don’t even know my name. I should have focused on her . My own daughter.”

Ryan’s pain was a raw wound. There was nothing I could do but listen.

“Funny. The things that come back. Meaningless moments. One night she came into my bedroom to play a song she’d downloaded from iTunes. I remember exactly what it was. Israel Kamakawiwo‘ole’s ‘Over the Rainbow/Wonderful World.’ ”

Ryan’s haunted eyes searched my face. “Is that all we had, Tempe? All I ever gave her? One lousy vacation in Hawaii?”

I placed my hand on his. “Of course not.”

“Then why is every memory tied to that trip?”

“It’s still too soon.”

He snorted softly. Shook his head.

“You should stay here,” I said. “As long as you like.”

“I have to go.” He drew deeply, then stubbed out the Camel.

“Now?” Disbelieving.

“I’m sorry.” He shot a hand through his unwashed hair. A gesture so familiar it tore my heart.

“Go where?” I asked.

“Away.”

I looked a question at him.

“I need to move. Move and keep moving.”

“Ryan—”

“I’m sorry.” He rose and started for the door.

“Please.” Imploring. “Stay.”

“I’m not fit to be around people.”

“Where are you headed?”

He hesitated. “South.”

“You can have the study. I’m busy with a case. You’ll hardly see me.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

He read my expression to mean something it wasn’t.

“You’re right. This was a mistake. I just . . .”

“A mistake?” Masking the anger and hurt.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Stay, Andy.”

“There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing anyone can do.”

With that, he left.

I hurried to the door and watched him recede into shadow, tears hot on my cheeks.

Halfway down the walk he paused, turned, and slowly walked back toward the porch.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I wish you’d let me help.”

“You have.”

He spread his arms. I ran into them. They closed around me. I molded my body to his.

He hugged me hard. I smelled stale smoke, leather, and a hint of cologne.

As we embraced, headlights curved the drive and lit our bodies. Blinded, I couldn’t tell if the car belonged to Slidell’s surveillance team.

The vehicle accelerated, blew past us, and turned right onto Queens.

Flashbulb images. A box. A severed tongue. A bloated, bloody face.

Mistaking my sudden stiffness for dismissal, Ryan pulled away.

“I’ll miss you.” Kissing his fingertips and pressing them to my cheek.

“Don’t go.” I may have spoken the words, may only have thought them.

Ryan strode down the walk and rounded the corner. A car door slammed. An engine kicked to life.

I shut and bolted the door. Leaned against it, struggling to process. He hadn’t asked about Katy. About my travels. I’d been to a war and he didn’t give a damn.

In his time of suffering, Ryan had shut me out. The rejection felt like a knife to my heart.

Seriously? The man’s daughter is dead and you’re miffed he didn’t call or query your recent concerns? Have you become that self-centered?

I pushed from the door, ashamed of my pettiness. I had one foot on the stairs when the phone rang.

Excited, I snatched up the handset.

It wasn’t Ryan.

“Yo, doc.”

“What is it, detective?”

“That sounds as enthused as a dead trout.”

“Why are you phoning?”

“Got a shocker for you.”

It was.

REMEMBER ARCHER STORY The younger brother of JohnHenry the man who died - фото 43

“REMEMBER ARCHER STORY?”

“The younger brother of John-Henry, the man who died in the flea market fire.” Maybe. “What about him?”

“Archer and John-Henry were partners in S&S Enterprises.”

“Right.” Drawn out and ending high. A question. I had no idea where this was going.

“S&S. Story and Story. They owned John-Henry’s Tavern, a string of convenience stores, a whack of storage centers, and a bunch of other shit. Nice little money machine. But they were tanking on other investments.”

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