COLD, COLD BONES

Forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan is nearly buried under a series of varied homicides that play like a mix tape of her own greatest hits.

Veronica Kwalwasser is found decapitated inside a plastic bag labeled “Here’s Johnny!” in a deserted privy, her severed eyeball thoughtfully left in a package on Tempe’s porch. Gangbanger Miguel Sanchez is missing an ear when he’s discovered. Frank Boldonado has been hanging from a tall tree for a long time. All of them have been killed in different ways, but Tempe tells Det. Donna Henry that she’s certain their deaths all have something in common. And she’s right: They’re all copycat versions of otherwise unrelated deaths Tempe investigated years ago. Clearly the killer has a special grudge against Tempe, but in “America in the age of rage,” where everyone reserves the right to unlimited anger against anyone else, how can she begin to look for the motive that drives the killer? And given the wide array of malefactors who have it in for her, how can she narrow the field before her daughter, Katy Petersons, a toughened Army veteran who’s gone suspiciously missing, ends up paying the ultimate price for whatever it is that her mother once did? Reichs supplies a great hook, a double helping of homicides past and present, and all the meticulous forensic details and throwaway cliffhanger chapter endings you’d expect from this celebrated series, though the motive behind the murders is significantly less interesting than the ghoulish crimes themselves.

Half a loaf—the first half.