Maybe I'm the only osteologist who doesn't already know this, but William Bass (of Body Farm fame) has teamed with a journalist by the name of Jefferson to create "Jefferson Bass" mystery novels. There are five novels, but I've only read the most recent Bones of Betrayal.
I wouldn't read them for the plot...or the characters...or, well, the writing. Agatha Christie they ain't. (Now there's someone who could write damn good archaeological mysteries.) The culprit was laughingly obvious, the writing awkward, and I was personally distracted by the idea that Bill Bass sees the tweedy Gil Grissom main character as autobiographical.
Still, you couldn't find more accurate forensics. And if you, like me, find books with bone diagrams to be irresistible, then this is definitely a series to check out.
“I Felt Like Destroying Something Beautiful”
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