DEJA DEAD

We are the last line of defense against them: the pimps, the rapists, the cold-blooded killers. I would be honored to work with you again.

Luc Claudel

Higher up the mountain, the cross glowed softly, sending its message out over the valley. What was it Kojak said? Somebody loves ya, baby.

Ryan and Claudel had it figured. And we were the last line.

I looked at the city below. Hang in there. Somebody loves ya.

? #192; la prochaine,? I said to the summer night.

?What?s that?? asked Katy.

??Until the next time.??

My daughter looked puzzled.

?Let?s go to the beach.?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kathy Reichs is a professor at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte and serves as Forensic Anthropologist to the State of North Carolina and to the Province of Quebec. Her previous books have focused on forensic anthropology and fossil humans. D #233;j #224; Dead is her first work of fiction. She divides her time between Montreal and Charlotte.