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- 1. ALSO BY PATRICIA CORNWELL SCARPETTA SERIES Red Mist Port Mortuary The Scarpetta Factor Scarpetta Book of the Dead Predator Trace Blow Fly The Last Precinct Black Notice Point of Origin Unnatural Exposure Cause of Death From Potters Field The Body Farm Cruel and Unusual All That Remains Body of Evidence Postmortem NONFICTION Portrait of a Killer: Jack the RipperCase Closed ANDY BRAZIL SERIES Isle of Dogs Southern Cross Hornets Nest WIN GARANO SERIES The Front At Risk BIOGRAPHY Ruth, A Portrait: The Story of Ruth Bell Graham OTHER WORKSFood to Die For: Secrets from Kay Scarpettas Kitchen Lifes Little Fable Scarpettas Winter Table
- 2. G. P. PUTNAMS SONS Pub lishers Since 1838 Published by the Penguin GroupPenguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto,Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephens Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd) Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi110 017, India Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd) Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England Copyright 2012 by Cornwell Entertainment, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the authors rights. Purchase only authorized editions. Published simultaneously in Canada Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Cornwell, Patricia Daniels. The bone bed / Patricia Cornwell. p. cm. ISBN 978-1-101-60663-61. Scarpetta, Kay (Fictitious character). 2. MurderFiction. 3. Medical examiners (Law)Fiction. 4. Forensic pathologistsFiction. 5. Women physicians Fiction. I. Title. PS3553.O692B64 2012 2012026347 813.54dc23 Title page photographs b y Patricia Cornwell 2012 b y Cornwell Entertainment, Inc. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
- 3. To StaciYou make it possible and fun.
- 4. Contentsalso by patricia cornwelltitle pagecopyrightdedicationprologueonetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteensixteenseventeeneighteennineteentwentytwenty-onetwenty-twotwenty-threetwenty-fourtwenty-fivetwenty-sixtwenty-seventwenty-eighttwenty-ninethirtythirty-onethirty-twothirty-three
- 5. thirty-fourthirty-fivethirty-sixthirty-seventhirty-eightthirty-ninefortytwo nights latercredits
- 6. prologueOctober 22, 20126:20 a.m.Where the Red Willow and Wapiti Rivers merge in the Peace Region of northwestern Alberta,dark green waters tumble and foam around fallen trees and gray sandy islets with whitepebble shores. Black spruce and aspens are thick on the hillsides, and saplings grow at steep angles onriverbanks and cliffs, the slender boughs straining toward the sun before gravity bends themand snaps them in half. Dead wood litters the waters edge and collects in nests of split trunks and splinteredbranches that rapids boil around and through, the debris moving downstream in the endlessrhythm of life thriving and dying, of decay and rebirth and death. There is no sign of human habitation, no man-made trash or pollution or a single edifice Ican see, and I imagine a violent catastrophe seventy million years ago when a herd ofmigrating pachyrhinosauri perished at once, hundreds of them thrashing and panicking asthey drowned while crossing the river during a flood. Their massive carcasses were fed upon by carnivores, and decomposed anddisarticulated. Over time, bones were pushed by landslides and currents of water, becomingglacial deposits and outcrops almost indistinguishable from granitic bedrock and loosestones. The scenes flowing by on my computer screen could be of a pristine wilderness that hasremained untouched since the Cretaceous Age, were it not for an obvious fact: The video filewas made by a human being holding a recording device while skimming over shallow water,careening at precarious speeds around sandbars and semi-submerged boulders and brokentrees. No recognizable details of the jetboats exterior or interior or the pilot or passengers onboard are shown, only the aft decks metal rail and the shape of someone blacked out by thesuns glare, a sharply outlined solid shadow against bright rushing water and an open bluesky.
- 7. oneI CHECK MY OVERSIZED TITANIUM WATCH ON ITS RUBBER strap and reach for my coffeeblack, nosweeteneras distant footsteps sound in the corridor of my bullet-shaped building on theeastern border of the Massachusetts Institute of Technologys campus. It isnt light out yet thisthird Monday of October. Seven stories below my top-floor office, traffic is steady on Memorial Drive, rush hour in thispart of Cambridge well under way before dawn no matter the season or the weather.Headlights move along the embankment like bright insect eyes, the Charles River ripplingdarkly, and across the Harvard Bridge the city of Boston is a glittery barrier separating theearthbound empires of business and education from the harbors and bays that become thesea. Its too early for staff unless its one of the death investigators, but I cant think of a goodreason for Toby or Sherry or whoever is on call to be on this floor. Actually, I havent a clue who came on at midnight, and I try to remember what vehicleswere in the lot when I got here about an hour ago. The usual white SUVs and vans and one ofour mobile crime scene trucks, I dimly recall. I really didnt notice what else, was toopreoccupied with my iPhone, with alert tones and messages reminding me of conference callsand appointments and a court appearance today. Poor situational awareness caused bymultitasking, I think impatiently. I should pay more attention to whats around me, I chastise myself, but I shouldnt have towonder about whos on call, for Gods sake. This is ridiculous. Frustrated, I think of my head ofinvestigations, Pete Marino, who cant seem to bother updating the electronic calendaranymore. How hard is it to drag-and-drop names from one date to another so I can see whosworking? Hes not kept up with it for quite some time and has been keeping to himself.Probably what I need to do is have him over for dinner, cook something he likes, and talk aboutwhats going on with him. The thought of it tries my patience, and at the moment I seem to havenone. Some mentally disturbed person, or maybe evil is the word. I listen for whoever might be prowling around but hear no one now as I search the Internet,clicking on files, pondering the same details repeatedly as I realize how defeated I feel and howangry that makes me. You got what you wanted this once. There really isnt anything gory or gruesome Ive not seen or cant somehow handle, but Iwas caught off guard last night, a quiet Sunday at home with my husband, Benton, musicplaying, the MacBook open on t
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