Break No Bones
A Novel
Chapter One
Never fails. You're wrapping up the operation when someone blunders onto the
season's big score.
OK. I'm exaggerating. But it's damn close to what happened. And the final
outcome was far more disturbing than any last-minute discovery of a potsherd or
hearth.
It was May 18, the second-to-the-last day of the archaeological field school. I
had twenty students digging a site on Dewees, a barrier island north of
Charleston, South Carolina.
I also had a journalist. With the IQ of plankton.
"Sixteen bodies?" Plankton pulled a spiral notebook as his brain strobed
visions of Dahmer and Bundy. "Vics ID'd?"
"The graves are prehistoric."
Two eyes rolled up, narrowed under puffy lids. "Old Indians?"
"Native Americans."
"They got me covering dead Indians?" No political correctness prize for this
guy.
"They?" Icy.
"The Moultrie News. The East Cooper community paper."
Charleston, as Rhett told Scarlett, is a city marked by the genial grace of
days gone by. Its heart is the Peninsula, a district of antebellum homes ... read full excerpt from Break No Bones ebook
