"Forensic geologist Em Hansen uses her keen senses and fascinating scientific background to uncover the buried secrets of the most baffling murder cases. Now Em travels to a Utah paleontology conference, where a renowned dinosaur expert is found brutally murdered ... making Em, his houseguest, the chief suspect. Now, digging for clues amidst a canyon of suspects like a modern-day Sherlock Holmes, Em's gotta catch a killer, clear her name, and save herself from becoming extinct ...:
~~back cover
I liked this book a bit less than the first four books in the series, when I had expected to like it more than most of them. Paleontology! Awfully close to archaeology (only the items being sought and the hardness of the soil surrounding them are different -- the theorizing and internecine professional warfare are exactly the same) so I settled down to read about digging out in the great outdoors. Silly me -- didn't I realize that 340 pages of digging in the great outdoors would be BO-riiing to most readers? So of course there was much more paleontological conference, suspicion falling upon our heroine, car chases and narrow escapes -- a more conventional (pardon the pun) murder mystery, which our heroine eventually solves (as usual).
However, this book had a LOT of discourse about scientific methodology and philosophy vs creationism, a LOT of instructional dialog about how the former two work and why the latter doesn't, etc. Imho, it was an overwhelming amount of trudging through to get to the action parts. Maybe it's just me, but this book was published in 1999, and I think most readers are much more aware of at least the basic aspects of paleontology twenty years later. I mean, there's been Jurassic Park, and Walking With Dinosaurs and Allosaurus!, to name only a few. And documentaries aplenty. How could a reader these days not know at least the basics of paleontology?
There was also a good bit about the Mormon religion, and its splinter groups -- some of it very disquieting and painful to read. But of course, splinter groups aren't the core of any religion, but the outlaws around the edges. What was really unnerving was the incipient romance between our heroine and the Mormon policeman who was on the case. How could either one of them ever contemplated a relationship between a good Mormon and a heretic atheist? And how long could it possibly last?