Bones of the Lost: A Temperance Brennan Novel

Hardcover | August 27, 2013

byKathy Reichs

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Kathy Reichs returns with her sixteenth riveting novel featuring forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a young girl killed in a hit and run in North Carolina triggers an investigation into international human trafficking.

#1 New York Times bestselling author and producer of the Fox hit series Bones, Kathy Reichs returns with an unforgettable new novel featuring forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a mysterious hit-and-run victim triggers an investigation into human trafficking.

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 Lost is 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 series Bones in its ninth season, Kathy Reichs has reached new heights in suspenseful storytelling.

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Kathy Reichs returns with her sixteenth riveting novel featuring forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a young girl killed in a hit and run in North Carolina triggers an investigation into international human trafficking.#1 New York Times bestselling author and producer of the Fox hit series Bones, Kathy Reichs returns with an unforgettabl...

Kathleen Joan "Kathy" Reichs was born in 1950 and is a native of Chicago. In 1971 she graduated from American University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in anthropology, and in 1972 she earned a Master of Arts in physical anthropology from Northwestern University. Reichs received her Ph.D. in physical anthropology from Northwestern University in 1975. She works as a forensic anthropologist for the Office of the Chief ...

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:336 pages, 9.25 × 6.12 × 1.1 inPublished:August 27, 2013Publisher:ScribnerLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Bones of the Lost I enjoy Kathy Reich's books.  I do find I have to skip some of the gory parts where she goes into too much detail.  I love the mystery and it usually takes until almost the end to figure out "Who done it"  I also enjoy her sense of humour. A good read.
Date published: 2014-02-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Solid read 3.5/5 There was a time in my reading life where I devoured every 'forensic' novel I could get my hands on - this seemed to coincide with my love of certain television shows of the same ilk. Well, my interest in the TV shows waned and a few of the forensic authors also fell by the wayside. Okay, one of them fell in the ditch. But not Kathy Reichs. Although I haven't read the last few books, I looked forward to picking up her latest book (#16) to feature forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan - Bones of the Lost. (Yes, she's the basis of the 'Bones' TV show. As is Reichs, who is a forensic anthropologist herself. Which adds a lot to her books!) Tempe has a set of what may be ancient Peruvian dog bones at the lab waiting to be looked at. They've been confiscated by US Customs from a US war vet who now specializes in the 'import' business. But, when a young girl, killed by an apparent hit and run, is brought in, she takes precedence. What was she doing in the seedy part of town she was found in? Why did she have a piece of ID from a dead man in her purse? And no ID of her own? And finally, her ex-husband Pete begs a favour of her - will she go to Afghanistan to look at a set of bones and testify at a military trial. The incentive? It's at the same camp where their daughter Katy is stationed. Three seemingly disparate cases that Reichs manages to weave together by the final pages. What keeps me reading this series is the main character. I like her. I don't always agree with everything she says or does, but she's real and believable. Her co-protagonist Detective 'Skinny' Slidell is not warm and fuzzy, but is a great addition to the series. The two of them are opposites but play off each other well. And Slidell's one-liners were great. Tempe's personal life continues to be in upheaval and gives the character more depth. But love interest Ryan doesn't make an appearance until the final pages. And he arrives with bad news - which may indeed be a set up for the next book. Reichs has again written a solid mystery, using current topics and headlines to make it time relevant. Solid, but not really new. It seems like I have read this plot line in one form or another already. And maybe that's why it's only a 3.5/5 for me. Because it's solid and somewhat predictable in that we know Tempe is going to solve it all by the end. And this was a bit of a sticky point for me - Tempe seems he** bent on solving everything on her own, damn the torpedoes. She seems to be stepping on detective toes more than using her forensic skills. But hey, it made for good action scenes! But, that's not to say I didn't enjoy it - I did. Bones of the Lost could be read as a stand alone, but I'd recommend starting at the beginning of the series and getting to know the character right from the start.
Date published: 2013-09-09

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Bones of the Lost PROLOGUE HEART POUNDING, I CRAWLED TOWARD the brick angling down to form the edge of the recess. Craned out. More footfalls. Then heavy boots appeared at the top of the stairs, beside them a pair of small feet, one bare, the other in a platform pump. The feet started to descend, the small ones wobbly, their owner somehow impaired. The lower legs angled oddly, suggesting the knees bore little weight. Anger burned hot in my chest. The woman was drugged. The bastard was dragging her. Four treads lower, the man and woman crossed an arrow of moonlight. Not a woman, a girl. Her hair was long, her arms and legs refugee thin. I could see a triangle of white tee below the man’s chin. A pistol grip jutting from his waistband. The pair again passed into darkness. Their tightly pressed bodies formed a two-headed black silhouette. Stepping from the bottom tread, the man started muscling the girl toward the loading-dock door, pushing her, a hand clamping her neck. She stumbled. He yanked her up. Her head flopped like a Bobblehead doll’s. The girl took a few more staggering steps. Then her chin lifted and her body bucked. A cry broke the stillness, animal shrill. The man’s free arm shot out. The silhouette recongealed. I heard a scream of pain, then the girl pitched forward onto the concrete. The man dropped to one knee. His elbow pumped as he pummeled the inert little body. “Fight me, you little bitch?” The man punched and punched until his breath grew ragged. Rage flamed white-hot in my brain, overriding any instinct for personal safety. I scuttled over and grabbed the Beretta. Checked the safety, thankful for the practice I’d put in at the range. Satisfied with the gun, I reached for my phone. It wasn’t with the flashlight. I searched my other pocket. No phone. Had I dropped it? In my frenzied dash, had I left it at home? The panic was almost overwhelming. I was off the grid. What to do? A tiny voice advised caution. Remain hidden. Wait. Slidell knows where you are. “You are so dead.” The voice boomed, cruel and malicious. I whipped around. The man was wrenching the girl up by her hair. Holding the Beretta two-handed in front of me, I darted from the alcove. The man froze at the sound of movement. I stopped five yards from him. Using a pillar for cover, I spread my feet and leveled the barrel. “Let her go.” My shout reverberated off brick and concrete. The man maintained his grasp on the girl’s hair. His back was to me. “Hands up.” He let go and straightened. His palms slowly rose to the level of his ears. “Turn around.” As the man rotated, another fragment of light caught him. For a second I saw his face with total clarity. On spotting his foe, the man’s hands dipped slightly. Sensing he could see me better than I could see him, I squeezed further behind the pillar. “The fucking slut lives.” You’ll die, too, fucking slut. “Takes balls to send threats by e-mail.” My voice sounded much more confident than I felt. “To bully defenseless little girls.” “Debt to pay? You know the rules.” “Your debt-collecting days are over, you sick sonofabitch.” “Says who?” “Says a dozen cops racing here now.” The man cupped an upraised hand to one ear. “I don’t hear no sirens.” “Move away from the girl,” I ordered. He took a token step. “Move,” I snarled. The guy’s fuck-you attitude was making me want to smash the Beretta across his skull. “Or what? You’re gonna shoot me?” “Yeah.” Cold steel. “I’m gonna shoot you.” Would I? I’d never fired at a human being. Where the hell was Slidell? I knew my bluff was being sustained by coffee and adrenaline. Knew both would eventually wear off. The girl groaned. In that split second I lost the advantage that might have allowed him to live. I looked down. He lunged. Fresh adrenaline blasted through me. I raised the gun. He closed in. I sighted on the white triangle. Fired. The explosion echoed brutally loud. The concussion knocked my hands up, but I held position. The man dropped. In the murky gloom I saw the triangle go dark. Knew crimson was spreading across it. A perfect hit. The Triangle of Death. Silence, but for my own rasping breath. Then my higher centers caught up with my brain stem. I’d killed a man. My hands shook. Bile filled my throat. I swallowed. Steadied the gun and stole forward. The girl lay motionless. I crouched and placed trembling fingers on her throat. Felt a pulse, faint but steady. I swiveled. Gazed at the man’s mute, malevolent eyes. Suddenly I was exhausted. Revolted by what I’d just done. I wondered. In my state, could I make good decisions? Carry through? My phone was back at the house. I wanted to sit, hold my head in my hands, and let the tears flow. Instead I drew a few steadying breaths, rose, and crossed what seemed a thousand miles of darkness. Climbed the stairs on rubbery legs. A single passage cut right at the top. I followed it to the only closed door. Gun tight in one clammy hand, I reached out and turned the knob with the other. The door swung in. I stared into pure horror.