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A peine arrivée à Montréal pour témoigner à un procès, Tempe Brennan reprend du service. dans la cave d'une pizzeria. Trois squelettes de jeunes filles tout juste sorties de l'adolescence viennent d'être découverts. Sur les lieux, des boutons datant de près d'un siècle sont également retrouvés : le crime serait donc à classer au rang des antiquités ! D'instinct, Tempe perçoit, contrairement à sa hiérarchie, que les faits ne collent pas. Trop simples. Coup de fil anonyme, mise à sac de son appartement, soudain éloignement de son ami le détective Andrew Ryan : rien n'empêchera la célèbre anthropologue judiciaire de prouver que ces meurtres sont bien l'ouvre d'un boucher de notre temps prêt à frapper de nouveau. Emperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist for both North Carolina and Quebec, has come from Charlotte to Montreal during the bleak days of December to testify as an expert witness at a murder trial. She should be going over her notes, but instead she’s digging in the basement of a pizza parlor. Not fun. Freezing cold. Crawling rats. And now, the skeletonized remains of three young women. How did they get there? When did they die? Homicide detective Luc Claudel, never Tempe’s greatest fan, believes the bones are historic. Not his case, not his concern. The pizza parlor owner found nineteenth-century buttons in the cellar with the skeletons. Claudel takes them as an indicator of the bones’ antiquity. But something doesn’t make sense. Tempe examines the bones in her lab and establishes approximate age with Carbon-14. Further study of tooth enamel tells her where the women were born. If she’s right, Claudel has three recent murders on his hands. Definitely his case. Detective Andrew Ryan, meanwhile, is acting mysteriously. What are those private phone calls he takes in the other room, and why does he suddenly disappear just when Tempe is beginning to hope he might be a permanent part of her life? Looks like more lonely nights for Tempe and Birdie, her cat. As Tempe searches for answers in both her personal and professional lives, she finds herself drawn deep into a web of evil from which there may be no escape. Women have disappeared, never to return...Tempe may be next Journeying to wintry Montreal to testify at a murder trial, forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan discovers three skeletons in the basement of a pizza parlor and realizes that she has stumbled into a crime from the past Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist For Both North Carolina And Quebec, Has Come From Charlotte To Montreal During The Bleak Days Of December To Testify As An Expert Witness At A Murder Trial. Kathy Reichs. AS THE TUNE PLAYED INSIDE MY HEAD, GUNFIRE EXPLODED IN the cramped underground space around me.