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London: John Murray. 1st edition John Murray 1978 hardback; Very Good with very Good unclipped dj, tiny tear on dj; UK dealer, immediate dispatch . Very Good. Hardcover. First edition.. 1978., John Murray, 1978, 3, William Heinemann Ltd. Good. 6.02 x 0.94 x 9.21 inches. Paperback. 2013. 346 pages. Cover worn<br>#1 New York Times bestselling author Kat hy Reichs returns with her sixteenth riveting novel featuring for ensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a young girl killed in a hit and run in North Carolina triggers an invest igation into international human trafficking. #1 New York Times bestselling author and producer of the Fox hit series Bones, Kath y Reichs returns with an unforgettable new novel featuring forens ic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a mysteriou s hit-and-run victim triggers an investigation into human traffic king. 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. Insid e her purse, police find an airline club card bearing the name of prominent local businessman John-Henry Story, who died in a horr ific fire months earlier. How did Story and the girl know each ot her? Was she an illegal immigrant turning tricks? Was she murdere d? Was he? Tempe must also examine a bundle of Peruvian dog mumm ies confiscated by U.S. Customs. A Desert Storm veteran named Dom inick Rockett stands accused of smuggling the objects into the co untry. 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 daugh ter, Katy, grieving the death of her boyfriend in Afghanistan, im pulsively enlists in the army. Meanwhile, Katy's father, Pete, is growing frustrated by Tempe's reluctance to finalize their divor ce. As pressure mounts from all corners, Tempe soon finds herself at the center of a conspiracy that extends all the way from Sout h America to Afghanistan and right to the center of Charlotte. A tour de force of imagination, Bones of the Lost is a roller coas ter of plot twists, punctuated by Tempe's fierce wit and forensic know-how. A genius at building suspense (New York Daily News), K athy Reichs is at her brilliant best in this sixteenth installmen t of the Temperance Brennan series. With the Fox series Bones in its ninth season, Kathy Reichs has reached new heights in suspens eful storytelling. Editorial Reviews From Publishers Weekly Bes tseller Reichs draws on her experiences touring with the USO in A fghanistan for her captivating 16th novel featuring forensic anth ropologist Temperance Brennan (after 2012's Bones Are Forever). A t home in Charlotte, N.C., the bone expert concludes that the dea th of an unidentified girl, 14 or 15 years old, was caused by fou l play rather than a hit-and-run, as was previously suspected. Th e outraged Brennan urges homicide detective Erskine Skinny Slidel l to investigate, knowing Slidell believes the girl to have been an undocumented immigrant, as well as possibly being a junkie and prostitute. Later in Afghanistan, Brennan oversees the exhumatio n of two unarmed Afghan villagers killed by a U.S. Marine to dete rmine whether the victims were shot in the back or head-on. The t wo cases--and a third involving mummified dogs from Peru--give Re ichs ample opportunity to provide detailed descriptions of forens ic examinations, but it's Brennan's passionate and personal invol vement that provides the excitement in this masterful tale. 6-cit y author tour. Agent: Jennifer Rudolph Walsh, William Morris Ende avor. (Aug.) --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition . Review The forensic procedures take center stage, as they alwa ys do, in this cleverly plotted and expertly maintained series. ( New York Times Book Review) Reichs knows what her readers like. (Associated Press) When it comes to technical detail and local c olor, Reichs knows her stuff. (St. Louis Post-Dispatch) Reichs a lways delivers a pulse-pounding story. (Publishers Weekly) This is a return to form for Reichs, who keeps the story moving at a b risk clip but never forgets that, ultimately, we're here to see D r. Brennan. (Booklist) --This text refers to an alternate paperba ck edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reser ved. Bones of the Lost PROLOGUE HEART POUNDING, I CRAWLED TOWA RD 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 wo bbly, 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. N ot 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 i nto darkness. Their tightly pressed bodies formed a two-headed bl ack silhouette. Stepping from the bottom tread, the man started muscling the girl toward the loading-dock door, pushing her, a ha nd clamping her neck. She stumbled. He yanked her up. Her head fl opped like a Bobblehead doll's. The girl took a few more stagger ing steps. Then her chin lifted and her body bucked. A cry broke the stillness, animal shrill. The man's free arm shot out. The s ilhouette recongealed. I heard a scream of pain, then the girl pi tched forward onto the concrete. The man dropped to one knee. Hi s elbow pumped as he pummeled the inert little body. Fight me, y ou little bitch? The man punched and punched until his breath gr ew ragged. Rage flamed white-hot in my brain, overriding any ins tinct for personal safety. I scuttled over and grabbed the Beret ta. Checked the safety, thankful for the practice I'd put in at t he range. Satisfied with the gun, I reached for my phone. It was n'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? Th e 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 mal icious. I whipped around. The man was wrenching the girl up by her hair. Holding the Beretta two-handed in front of me, I darte d from the alcove. The man froze at the sound of movement. I stop ped five yards from him. Using a pillar for cover, I spread my fe et 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. A s the man rotated, another fragment of light caught him. For a se cond 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 fuck ing slut lives. You'll die, too, fucking slut. Takes balls to s end 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 sonofab itch. Says who? Says a dozen cops racing here now. The man cup ped an upraised hand to one ear. I don't hear no sirens. Move aw ay from the girl, I ordered. He took a token step. Move, I snar led. 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 bei ng sustained by coffee and adrenaline. Knew both would eventually wear off. The girl groaned. In that split second I lost the ad vantage 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 exp losion 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 per fect 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 swall owed. Steadied the gun and stole forward. The girl lay motionles s. I crouched and placed trembling fingers on her throat. Felt a pulse, faint but steady. I swiveled. Gazed at the man's mute, ma levolent eyes. Suddenly I was exhausted. Revolted by what I'd ju st done. I wondered. In my state, could I make good decisions? C arry through? My phone was back at the house. I wanted to sit, h old 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 d oor. Gun tight in one clammy hand, I reached out and turned the knob with the other. The door swung in. I stared into pure horr or. --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition. About the Author Kathy Reichs is the author of eighteen New York Times bestselling novels and the coauthor, with her son, Brendan Reichs , of six novels for young adults. Like the protagonist of her Tem perance Brennan series, Reichs is a forensic anthropologist--one of fewer than one hundred and fifteen ever certified by the Ameri can Board of Forensic Anthropology. A professor in the Department of Anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte , she is a former vice president of the American Academy of Foren sic Sciences and serves on the National Police Services Advisory Council in Canada. Reichs's own life, as much as her novels, is t he basis for the TV show Bones, one of the longest-running series in the history of the Fox network. --This text refers to an alt ernate paperback edition. From Booklist As usual, forensic anthr opologist Temperance Brennan is juggling several cases, including some mummified dog remains that could lead to a human-traffickin g ring and a murdered teenage girl who was, mysteriously, carryin g the ID of a prominent businessman who died five months earlier. She's also juggling some personal issues: her daughter, grieving over the death of her boyfriend, has enlisted in the army, and P ete, the girl's father, is pressing Tempe to sign their divorce p apers. After the rather lethargic Bones Are Forever (2012), this is a return to form for Reichs, who keeps the story moving at a b risk clip but never forgets that, ultimately, we're here to see D r. Brennan, and she needs to slow down frequently enough for us t o spend some quality time with Tempe. This is one of those megasu ccessful, long-running series that has undergone distinct ups and downs over the years. Series devotees, of whom there are many, w ill be well pleased to ride this upward trend. HIGH-DEMAND BACKST ORY: There's nothing like a hit TV show to help promote your new book, and there will be plenty of back-and-forthing going on betw een Reichs' latest and Bones, the popular Fox series. --David Pit t --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition. ., William Heinemann Ltd, 2013, 2.5<

2013, ISBN: 9780434021161

William Heinemann Ltd. Good. 6.02 x 0.94 x 9.21 inches. Paperback. 2013. 346 pages. Cover worn<br>#1 New York Times bestselling author Kat hy Reichs returns with her sixteenth rivet… Más…

William Heinemann Ltd. Good. 6.02 x 0.94 x 9.21 inches. Paperback. 2013. 346 pages. Cover worn<br>#1 New York Times bestselling author Kat hy Reichs returns with her sixteenth riveting novel featuring for ensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a young girl killed in a hit and run in North Carolina triggers an invest igation into international human trafficking. #1 New York Times bestselling author and producer of the Fox hit series Bones, Kath y Reichs returns with an unforgettable new novel featuring forens ic anthropologist Tempe Brennan, whose examination of a mysteriou s hit-and-run victim triggers an investigation into human traffic king. 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. Insid e her purse, police find an airline club card bearing the name of prominent local businessman John-Henry Story, who died in a horr ific fire months earlier. How did Story and the girl know each ot her? Was she an illegal immigrant turning tricks? Was she murdere d? Was he? Tempe must also examine a bundle of Peruvian dog mumm ies confiscated by U.S. Customs. A Desert Storm veteran named Dom inick Rockett stands accused of smuggling the objects into the co untry. 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 daugh ter, Katy, grieving the death of her boyfriend in Afghanistan, im pulsively enlists in the army. Meanwhile, Katy's father, Pete, is growing frustrated by Tempe's reluctance to finalize their divor ce. As pressure mounts from all corners, Tempe soon finds herself at the center of a conspiracy that extends all the way from Sout h America to Afghanistan and right to the center of Charlotte. A tour de force of imagination, Bones of the Lost is a roller coas ter of plot twists, punctuated by Tempe's fierce wit and forensic know-how. A genius at building suspense (New York Daily News), K athy Reichs is at her brilliant best in this sixteenth installmen t of the Temperance Brennan series. With the Fox series Bones in its ninth season, Kathy Reichs has reached new heights in suspens eful storytelling. Editorial Reviews From Publishers Weekly Bes tseller Reichs draws on her experiences touring with the USO in A fghanistan for her captivating 16th novel featuring forensic anth ropologist Temperance Brennan (after 2012's Bones Are Forever). A t home in Charlotte, N.C., the bone expert concludes that the dea th of an unidentified girl, 14 or 15 years old, was caused by fou l play rather than a hit-and-run, as was previously suspected. Th e outraged Brennan urges homicide detective Erskine Skinny Slidel l to investigate, knowing Slidell believes the girl to have been an undocumented immigrant, as well as possibly being a junkie and prostitute. Later in Afghanistan, Brennan oversees the exhumatio n of two unarmed Afghan villagers killed by a U.S. Marine to dete rmine whether the victims were shot in the back or head-on. The t wo cases--and a third involving mummified dogs from Peru--give Re ichs ample opportunity to provide detailed descriptions of forens ic examinations, but it's Brennan's passionate and personal invol vement that provides the excitement in this masterful tale. 6-cit y author tour. Agent: Jennifer Rudolph Walsh, William Morris Ende avor. (Aug.) --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition . Review The forensic procedures take center stage, as they alwa ys do, in this cleverly plotted and expertly maintained series. ( New York Times Book Review) Reichs knows what her readers like. (Associated Press) When it comes to technical detail and local c olor, Reichs knows her stuff. (St. Louis Post-Dispatch) Reichs a lways delivers a pulse-pounding story. (Publishers Weekly) This is a return to form for Reichs, who keeps the story moving at a b risk clip but never forgets that, ultimately, we're here to see D r. Brennan. (Booklist) --This text refers to an alternate paperba ck edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reser ved. Bones of the Lost PROLOGUE HEART POUNDING, I CRAWLED TOWA RD 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 wo bbly, 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. N ot 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 i nto darkness. Their tightly pressed bodies formed a two-headed bl ack silhouette. Stepping from the bottom tread, the man started muscling the girl toward the loading-dock door, pushing her, a ha nd clamping her neck. She stumbled. He yanked her up. Her head fl opped like a Bobblehead doll's. The girl took a few more stagger ing steps. Then her chin lifted and her body bucked. A cry broke the stillness, animal shrill. The man's free arm shot out. The s ilhouette recongealed. I heard a scream of pain, then the girl pi tched forward onto the concrete. The man dropped to one knee. Hi s elbow pumped as he pummeled the inert little body. Fight me, y ou little bitch? The man punched and punched until his breath gr ew ragged. Rage flamed white-hot in my brain, overriding any ins tinct for personal safety. I scuttled over and grabbed the Beret ta. Checked the safety, thankful for the practice I'd put in at t he range. Satisfied with the gun, I reached for my phone. It was n'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? Th e 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 mal icious. I whipped around. The man was wrenching the girl up by her hair. Holding the Beretta two-handed in front of me, I darte d from the alcove. The man froze at the sound of movement. I stop ped five yards from him. Using a pillar for cover, I spread my fe et 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. A s the man rotated, another fragment of light caught him. For a se cond 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 fuck ing slut lives. You'll die, too, fucking slut. Takes balls to s end 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 sonofab itch. Says who? Says a dozen cops racing here now. The man cup ped an upraised hand to one ear. I don't hear no sirens. Move aw ay from the girl, I ordered. He took a token step. Move, I snar led. 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 bei ng sustained by coffee and adrenaline. Knew both would eventually wear off. The girl groaned. In that split second I lost the ad vantage 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 exp losion 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 per fect 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 swall owed. Steadied the gun and stole forward. The girl lay motionles s. I crouched and placed trembling fingers on her throat. Felt a pulse, faint but steady. I swiveled. Gazed at the man's mute, ma levolent eyes. Suddenly I was exhausted. Revolted by what I'd ju st done. I wondered. In my state, could I make good decisions? C arry through? My phone was back at the house. I wanted to sit, h old 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 d oor. Gun tight in one clammy hand, I reached out and turned the knob with the other. The door swung in. I stared into pure horr or. --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition. About the Author Kathy Reichs is the author of eighteen New York Times bestselling novels and the coauthor, with her son, Brendan Reichs , of six novels for young adults. Like the protagonist of her Tem perance Brennan series, Reichs is a forensic anthropologist--one of fewer than one hundred and fifteen ever certified by the Ameri can Board of Forensic Anthropology. A professor in the Department of Anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte , she is a former vice president of the American Academy of Foren sic Sciences and serves on the National Police Services Advisory Council in Canada. Reichs's own life, as much as her novels, is t he basis for the TV show Bones, one of the longest-running series in the history of the Fox network. --This text refers to an alt ernate paperback edition. From Booklist As usual, forensic anthr opologist Temperance Brennan is juggling several cases, including some mummified dog remains that could lead to a human-traffickin g ring and a murdered teenage girl who was, mysteriously, carryin g the ID of a prominent businessman who died five months earlier. She's also juggling some personal issues: her daughter, grieving over the death of her boyfriend, has enlisted in the army, and P ete, the girl's father, is pressing Tempe to sign their divorce p apers. After the rather lethargic Bones Are Forever (2012), this is a return to form for Reichs, who keeps the story moving at a b risk clip but never forgets that, ultimately, we're here to see D r. Brennan, and she needs to slow down frequently enough for us t o spend some quality time with Tempe. This is one of those megasu ccessful, long-running series that has undergone distinct ups and downs over the years. Series devotees, of whom there are many, w ill be well pleased to ride this upward trend. HIGH-DEMAND BACKST ORY: There's nothing like a hit TV show to help promote your new book, and there will be plenty of back-and-forthing going on betw een Reichs' latest and Bones, the popular Fox series. --David Pit t --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition. ., William Heinemann Ltd, 2013, 2.5<

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[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: William Heinemann], Gebraucht - Gut Retoure aus dem Handel mit mittleren Transportmängeln. Buch ist als Mängelexemplar gekennzeichnet. Rechnung liegt bei. - The body of a teenage girl is discovered along a desolate highway on the outskirts of Charlotte. Inside her purse is the ID card of a local businessman who died in a fire months earlier.This is no ordinary hit-and-run. Who was the girl And was she murdered Dr Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist, must find the answers. She soon learns that a Gulf War veteran stands accused of smuggling artefacts into the country. Could there be a sinister connection between the two cases Convinced that the girl's death was no accident, Tempe takes courageous action to find justice for the dead. But her search throws her to the centre of a conspiracy that extends from South America to Afghanistan - and places her in terrible danger., DE, [SC: 0.00], leichte Gebrauchsspuren, gewerbliches Angebot, 232x152x25 mm, 336, [GW: 438g], Banküberweisung, PayPal, Internationaler Versand<

ISBN: 9780434021161

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William Heinemann Ltd. Paperback. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., William Heinemann Ltd, 2.5<