Dressed to Die by Beverly Connor is the third book of the Lindsay Chamberlain mystery series set in contemporary Georgia. As the Bookwatch blurb on the back cover says, "Grabs the reader's attention from the very first page and never lets up." An excellent choice to stay entertained on a long flight.
Lindsay Chamberlain is a professor of archaeology at University of Georgia and a forensic archaeologist. She is an expert at excavating ancient burial mounds, equally expert at discovering clues to cause of death in an ancient or modern skeleton. In Dressed to Die, she's faced with multiple mysteries to solve. After she locates the burial spot of a woman missing for four years, she's repeatedly hounded to investigate the woman's murder. At the university, she receives crates stored for decades in a hidden shed on her PawPaw's farm. They turn out to contain valuable archaeological artifacts - and a skeleton. It's too much of a coincidence for Lindsay to believe that a student trying to reach her died accidentally. Then there's someone at the university who steals artifacts, locks her in a basement, plants evidence, mugs her assistant, makes threats, spreads rumors. Who and why?
Lindsay's personal life has challenges, starting when her well runs dry (not mysterious, but expensive). She's worried about job security, key to her ability to stay in her cabin and keep her beloved horse.
On the bright side: Lindsay's brother Sinjin comes to visit. They rekindle a loving relationship as they solve the mysteries together. His companionship fills the void of her ex-boyfriend, as well as thrilling her grad assistant. "I've been teaching Sally how to enjoy wallowing in a broken heart." "Sitting in the dark, drinking beer, and listening to soul music?" said Lindsay. "That's it," said Sinjin. "You should have gotten me up. I need to learn that, too," she told him.
Lindsay researches old records and analyzes soil samples to learn the skeleton's identity and determine how the artifacts came to be in her PawPaw's shed. A cornfield, thought Lindsay. One of the last places the fellow who ended up in an artifact crate stood was a cornfield. A nice, hard fact. Lindsay liked hard facts. She wasn't sure what she could do with it, but it made her feel good to have it.
After the artifacts are stolen from her lab, she feels compelled to find where the thief stored them. She delves into mythology and textile research to solve a hard-to-believe premeditated (and yet accidental) death. Lindsay's obstinate streak was telling her to do the opposite of what everybody else was telling her.
She wonders if a hostile campus policeman is in on the thefts. From the uncluttered look of his office and desk, she guessed he hadn't been at his job on campus long.
She mentally categorized recent events, matching clues with their respective mysteries. When she got to Sally's attack, she realized she didn't really know where to put it. She had assumed it had to do with the missing artifacts, but it might just as easily have had to do with the murder of Shirley Foster. It was very inconsiderate, she thought, of the attacker not to mention which investigation she was to abandon.
Will Patterson had an office downtown in one of those buildings with a very narrow entrance and flight of stairs that led to the upper floors. If she were doing a film noir, Lindsay couldn't have picked a better place for a detective to have an office. He even had a glass window in his door with his name printed in black paint. Lindsay wondered if she ought to go home and change into a dress with shoulder pads and a hat with a small net veil and a single slender feather.