A terrible thing has happened. A little girl was caught in the crossfire between two rival motorcycle gangs in Montreal. She had nothing to do with whatever retributions were being meted out. Nonetheless, because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, nine-year-old Emily Anne Toussant is dead. Her body is on an autopsy table at the Laboratoire de Sciences Judiciaires et de Meicine Legale in Montreal, where Dr. Temperance Brennan works as a forensic anthropologist. She can and has handled bodies in the worst condition imaginable. But even she cannot be emotionally distant when little girls have become autopsy clients.
Brennan, as usual, has a great many things going on in her life. Her favorite man, not quite a boyfriend but they were getting there, Andrew Ryan, is apparently a criminal, secretly selling drugs at the same time he was pursuing his duties as a SQ homicide detective. Brennan’s nephew, 19-year-old Kit, unexpectedly shows up at her condo, angry at his parents. Unfortunately for everyone, his new interest in Harley-Davidson motorcycles, which perhaps because of his parents’ neglect, has sharpened his fascination with the motorcycle gangs. Soon there is police evidence Kit is hanging out with the very same people who are being investigated for various disappearances and murders surrounding the motorcycle gangs. (They seem the coolest to him.) When Lyle Crease, investigative reporter with CTV, begins to stalk Tempe for the gang murder story and her work as the Forensic Anthropologist for Quebec’s police forces, she finds herself unable to shake him. Her friend and supporter, Dr. Pierre LaManche, is seriously ill. Sergeant-Detective Luc Claudel, a detective who despises women, refuses to give her any information about Emily Anne’s death even though she is part of the gang investigation team and he is putting signifiant blocks in her way wherever he can to stop Brennan from her part of the investigation.
Sigh. At lease her kitty still likes her…