Prologue
There were only a few situations in which Angela Montenegro could not remain objective; this was one of them.
A skeleton from Seattle had been delivered to the lab in the early morning. It was odd that Brennan hadn't returned to receive the body that morning.
Angela wasn't a forensic anthropologist, but there was something odd about the body. An eerie feeling grew in the pit of her stomach.
Like something was trying to reach out to her.
With Zach's helpful directions, she was able to recreate the face. A woman in her early thirties. That was the only detail Zach had gifted her with. With every single detail of the dreadful feeling grew, until a way too familiar face was staring back at her.
Temperance Brennan, her friend and the forensic anthropologist, was supposed to return today. Had her friend been found dead in a pool in Seattle?
