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206 Bones

by Kathy Reichs

Mystery & Thrillers » Mystery

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Forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan is confused as to how she got where she is. Somehow, Brennan is badly injured and tied securely in what appears to be an underground tomb. As she regains her senses, slowly flashes of what happened to her begin to appear in her mind. Based on an anonymous tip to authorities, Brennan arrived in Chicago with Andrew Ryan of the Serete du Quebec where she is being accused of erring in her autopsy of Canadian heiress Rose Jurmain. Meanwhile back in her Montreal lab, Brennan links Jurmain's death to the brutal murders of other elderly women by a particularly nasty serial killer. As she explores her premise further, she is just beginning to understand she is a trapped rodent in a deadly cat and mouse game. This is a super thriller that contains several strong subplots; especially intriguing is the challenge to the heroine's competency from an unknown source who seems to know forensics. Much more personal than usual, the courageous Dr. Brennan feels like a hunted animal who though wounded goes after her predator.

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...fisherman paraphernalia. Ryan and I hung our coats on a rack. Then a waiter with a Sonny Bono mustache and blue plaid shirt led us to an upper-terrace table. Only a few of the lunch crowd lingered, most wearing suits and retsina glows. A second waiter brought menus. Same mustache, different shirt. I ordered a Diet Coke. Ryan asked for a Sam Adams. “People rave about the seafood, but I like the lamb.” Ignoring the menu, I brushed moisture from my hair. “Not even a glance?” “I know what I want.” Ryan studied the selections. “The Lamb youvetsi?” I shook my head. “Kampana?” “Nope.” “You’re being childish.” “Lamb artichokes.” “Not today, cupcake.” I checked. Damn. Ryan was right. Lamb artichokes were offered only on Tuesdays and Sundays. “No problem.” I leaned back, arms crossed on my chest. “Buttercup.” First the weather. I hate cold. Wet cold? Don’t ask. Then meeting Schechter and learning of an anonymous enemy. Now no lamb...