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1 " Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity. "
― Kathy Reichs , Break No Bones (Temperance Brennan, #9)
2 " Cl-8-4 CD Cl-12-4 "
3 " Tell me about this Herron thing.” “Client came in Wednesday. Patrick Bertolds Flynn. Friends call him Buck.” Pete finished his eggs. “Tight-assed little wanker. I offer coffee, Flynn tells me he doesn’t use stimulants. Acts as though I’ve suggested we snort a few lines. "
4 " Are you finished?” Emma asked. “Have you seen it?” “Yes.” “And?” I considered crushing the handset. “And what?” “You’re not furious?” “Sure I’m furious. My butt looks huge. Are you done venting?” That’s what it was, of course. Venting. "
5 " Pete drained his cup, then set it on the table. “In the words of that great humanitarian Jerry Maguire, ‘Show me the money. "
6 " We've all heard of personal space, that blanket of nothing we need between ourselves and others. For me, the zone is eighteen inches. Break in, I get edgy. "
7 " Tutti sappiamo cos'è lo spazio personale, quel niente di cui abbiamo bisogno tra noi stessi e gli altri. Per me il limite è a quarantacinque centimetri. Superatelo e divento nervosa. "
8 " a man was describing zombies as having dead eyes, following orders, not knowing what they do, not caring. “You mean like Democrats?” Hope inquired. "
9 " That’s probably what attracted me to archaeology. No makeup, no fluffing or mousseing. Every day is casual Friday. Less than casual. "
10 " I suffered the usual post–collective experience letdown. Sure, I was relieved. Field school was concluded without any disasters of note, and now I could focus on Emma’s skeleton. But the students’ departure also left me feeling dismally empty. The kids could be exasperating, no question. The unending hubbub. The clowning. The inattention. But my students were also energizing, bursting with enthusiasm, and lousy with youth. "
11 " While I inventoried, identifying bones and separating right and left sides, Emma shot more photos. Then she disappeared with the skull, jaw, and isolated teeth to make dental X-rays. I was turning my attention to gender when Emma reappeared. I suspected the victim was male, since most bones were large and carried robust muscle attachments. “Ready for sex?” I asked. “Got a headache.” Yep. I liked this woman. Picking up a pelvic half, I pointed to the front. "