The Unquiet Bones

by Loreth Anne White

Not just any cop—a veteran homicide investigator.

Her old group, in all their wealth and accumulated power over the years, scares her. How far might they go to keep a secret that could cut everything out from under every one of them? Did they kill? Would they kill again to guard the truth?

we all lied.” Her gaze flicks to Bob. “Maybe even to each other.

She glances at her mom, and for a moment Jane sees not her mother but a strong single woman, a widow who lost a law enforcement husband to senseless violence, and who fought her hardest and damnedest to raise a stubborn daughter on her own, and for a moment it’s like a mirror of life being held up to Jane’s face.

You have a responsibility now, whether you like it or not.”

“There was even talk at the time that her disappearance might be linked to a serial killer. There were other women who went missing, too, mostly in the city, but I don’t think that investigative angle really went anywhere.”

villains are more often than not very ordinary people who, for whatever reason, end up doing a bad thing. They’re seldom twirling mustaches, wearing black hats, and scheming to take over the world with clever cat and mouse mind games. They’re your neighbor, some kid’s father, your friend from school, your boss, your boyfriend, the guy who works at the garage, the mailman, a schoolteacher. Sometimes good people just do very bad things.”