Rating: 5 out of 5

A typical Tess Gerritsen. It took me about a day to plough through, admittedly whilst on holiday, and had everything I expect from one of the Rizzoli/Isles stories. A good twisty turny thrilling take with familiar characters that have been so well developed in the previous stories and that continue to grow. A good, engrossing read.

Highlighted passages:

Without ties to our ancestors, we are lonely specks of dust, adrift and floating, attached to nothing and no one.

he does not appear in any of our photos because he was always the one holding the camera. How I wish I had thought, just once, to take that camera from his hands and snap a picture

Sometimes there is no pattern, no plan, but merely the blind cruelty of fate, which keeps no running tally of who has suffered too much.

“It’s not complaining that makes the difference,” she said. “It’s all about doing the job better than anyone else.”

Furniture that I could never bear to replace, because my husband and my daughter once sat in them. Even in furniture, beloved spirits still linger.

Although the apartment had been vacant for years, she could still smell the scents left by those who had once lived here.

You’ve proved yourself time and again, but it will never be enough for you. You’ll always be that rookie fighting to be acknowledged. Afraid to show weakness.

X-rays were abstract things, cartoon anatomy in black and white.

Wherever blood drips or splatters or flows, it leaves behind echoes of its presence.

“He who fails to avenge the wrongs done to a parent is unworthy of the name of man.”

duct tape was indestructible, the favorite tool of MacGyver and serial killers alike.

Originally posted to my Goodreads account