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Life appears peaceful on Loggerhead Island rescued from financial disaster, the research institute is flourishing once more. But the tranquility is quickly shattered when Tory Brennan and her technophile gang discover a mysterious box buried in the ground. A seemingly innocent treasure hunt soon turns into a nightmarish game of puzzles, as it becomes clear that one false move will lead to terrible, explosive consequences. The clock is ticking. Can Tory and the Virals crack the code in time to save the city and their own lives?

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About the Author

Kathy Reichs is vice president of the American Academy of Forensic Scientists; a member of the RCMP National Police Services Advisory Council; forensic anthropologist to the province of Quebec; and a professor of anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. Her first book, Dj Dead, catapulted her to fame when it became a New York Times bestseller and won the 1997 Ellis Award for Best First Novel. Her latest novels, Flash and Bones and Virals, were both instant Sunday Times bestsellers. For more information, please visit www.kathyreichs.com.

Also by Kathy Reichs and Brendan Reichs

Virals

Seizure

Also by Kathy Reichs

Dj Dead

Death du Jour

Deadly Dcisions

Fatal Voyage

Grave Secrets

Bare Bones

Monday Mourning

Cross Bones

Break No Bones

Bones to Ashes

Devil Bones

206 Bones

Spider Bones (published as Mortal Remains in UK hardback)

Flash and Bones

Bones Are Forever

Brendan Reichs would like to dedicate this book to his beautiful wife Emily - photo 1

Brendan Reichs would like to dedicate this book to his beautiful wife Emily - photo 2

Brendan Reichs would like to dedicate this book to his beautiful wife, Emily, his perfect newborn daughter, Alice, and his thunderbolt of a son, Henry.

You are the point.

Kathy Reichs would like to dedicate this book to her beautiful Irish and Latvian families.

T gr agam duit. Es js mlu.

PROLOGUE

97 days earlier

LIGHT BREEZES SWEPT the dunes of Turtle Beach.

Gentle gusts that spun eddies in the bone-white sand before whistling into the dark woods beyond.

The sky was enormous, black and moonless. Though well past sunset, the air remained muggy, thick, and warm.

Another quiet night on Loggerhead Island.

But not business as usual.

Just past the tree line, beneath the looming hulk of Tern Point, a monkey troop clustered high up in the branches of a longleaf pine.

Silent.

Observing the forest floor.

Below, in a small meadow bordering the trees massive roots, a shovel rose, fell, rose again. Fresh dirt landed atop an already knee-high pile.

The digger wore a thick brown cloak, incongruous in the stifling heat. The billowing garment engulfed its owner, hung to the tips of battered black boots.

Sweat glistened on a crinkled brow.

The figure paused, smiled up at the simian audience, content to share the moment.

Years of waiting, then months of meticulous planning.

It was finally time.

The Game was about to begin.

The digger resumed, patient, persistently gouging the rich, black soil. The pit was three feet deep, and growing.

Almost finished.

The digger halted again. Stretched. Breathed deeply, inhaling a heady bouquet of loamy earth, wet grass, and honeysuckle.

A giggle escapedshrill and birdlike, it lingered for long moments before dying with an atonal squeak.

Above, the primates shifted, nervous, alert to danger. Two young males scampered higher into the shadows of the canopy. But the group stayed. Spellbound. Watching.

Abandoning the spade, the digger reached into a canvas bag and removed a small bundle. Kissed it once. Reverently placed it inside the hole.

The Game was afoot.

Come and find me, the digger whispered, heartbeat loud enough to still the frogs.

Humming tunelessly, the digger filled the hole and covered the surface with dead leaves. Stepped back. Located a wristwatch button with one trembling finger. Pressed.

Ding.

The childish giggle sounded once more.

Its done. The key is buried.

Time to play.

Hefting the bag and shovel, the digger stole into the shadows.

PART ONE:

CACHE

CHAPTER 1

THE REEL SCREECHED, nearly jerked the pole from my fingers.

Whoa! I death-gripped my rod. Got a live one!

Go easy. Bens dark brown eyes radiated caution. The linell snap if youre not careful.

Tern Point. Loggerhead Island. Ben Blue and I were perched upon a wide stone ledge twenty feet above the Atlantic Ocean. Wed been there an hour, with no bites.

Until now.

WhatdoIdo? First time on a spinner, and my mind was blank. I wiped a sweaty palm on my gray polo shirt.

Both hands on the rod! I could tell Ben itched to take over but was suppressing the urge. Let the fish run a bit, reel back slowly, then let it run again. But stay alert. That tackle isnt designed for sportfishing.

I followed his instructions, letting my catch tire itself out. Finally, a wiggling silver streak flashed in the surf just below.

Ben whistled as he ear-tucked his shoulder-length black hair. Thats a big boy. Nice haul.

Thanks. Tag in? My arms were burning from the extended tug-of-war. This monsters not a quitter.

Ben took over, muscles straining beneath his black tee and cutoff khakis. Of all the Virals, he was strongest by far. And the most connected to nature. Ben spent most of his free time outdoors, and had a deep, coppery tan to prove it.

The Blue family claims to have descended from the Sewee tribe, a local Native American group that disappeared from the pages of history three centuries ago. Theres no way to prove it, of course. Just dont tell Ben that.

Bens small boat, Sewee, was our primary means of transportation. Hed used the old sixteen-foot Boston Whaler runabout to explore dozens of Charlestons barrier isles. And learned the best fishing spots, like this one.

Moments later a gleaming, flopping captive dangled from the end of my line. Ben reeled it up to eye level.

My catch was silver, a foot and a half long, and covered with small, loose scales. A thin trail of blood leaked from its mouth.

King mackerel. Ben removed the hook and lifted the fish by one gill. Twenty poundsa pretty good size. Glad he didnt break loose.

The beleaguered fish gulped air, futilely searching for oxygen. Our eyes locked.

Suddenly, I wasnt having so much fun.

Throw him back.

What? Ben frowned. Why? This species is good eating. Or we could sell him at the fish market in Folly Beach.

The mackerels jaw continued to work, opening and closing, but with less vigor now. A bubble formed at the tip of its mouth. Burst.

Throw him back, I repeated, sharper this time. Fish-face still has some living to do.

Ben scowled, but knew better than to argue. Over the past year the boys had come to accept my stubbornness, and the fact that I didnt lose too many arguments. Not when I dug in my heels. Just like my aunt Tempe.

You may have heard of her. Dr. Temperance Brennan, World-Famous Forensic Anthropologist. Some just call her the Bone Lady. Shes my great-aunt, a wonderful fact I learned only after my mothers accident, when I moved in with my dad, Kit.

Shes also my role model. My idol. Only everything I ever want to be. I might as well wear a What Would Tempe Do? necklace 24/7. My greatest ambition is to be as good a scientist as Tempe. To solve cases like she does. Leave my mark.

Okay, pal. Ben gripped our captive at both ends. Count your blessings that my friend here is a total softy.

He took one stride and tossed the mackerel back down to the sea. It hit the water and, with a flick of its tail fin, disappeared from sight.

We caught him, I said. Thats the fun part. For us, at least. I doubt that fish would agree.

Whatever. Ben began packing our gear. Lets go find the others. Hi mustve given up by now.

I secured hooks to poles, then scanned the ledge for trash. Itd been nice fishing alone with Ben. The two of us didnt spend much one-on-one time together, and he often went mute when Hi and Shelton were around. Probably because those two never let anyone get a word in edgewise.

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