Books by Beverly Connor

Some skeletons just won't stay hidden. No one knows that better than University of Georgia archaeologist Lindsay Chamberlain. Still, she is shocked when a skeleton dressed in its Sunday best falls out of a packing crate that had been stored in a kudzu-covered shed on her grandfather's farm for more than sixty years. When other crates are discovered, each containing a stash of valuable artifacts, Lindsay begins to wonder. Could her beloved grandfather, a prominent archaeologist, have been a thief, a looter - even a murderer? As Lindsay struggles with these troubling questions, she helps a local private investigator locate the wooded grave of Shirley Foster, a missing faculty member. Lindsay is sucked into the investigation, which leads to more questions than answers. Why did Shirley Foster lie to the world about her life? Who wanted her dead?

An errand to deliver rare Indian artefacts turns into a deadly game for forensic archaeologist Diane Fallon when a tree slams into her car, with a human skeleton sticking from the trunk. Then, leaving the car to investigate, she's ambushed by a shadowy stranger. Stumbling blindly through the woods, Diane plans to take refuge at a friend's house, but there she finds him and his wife seated at their kitchen table, their throats cut from ear to ear.Just who does the skeleton belong to, why are her friends dead, and who is the killer hot on her tail? It's up to Diane to uncover a deadly secret hidden away in the mountains by time and distance - before it's too late...

Local politics get nasty when a new mayor is elected and Diane Fallon is replaced with an incompetent crony as head of the crime lab. But just as she's adjusting to life without murder, the newly appointed chief of police and the mayor are shot dead. Back on the job, Diane sees, but can't quite believe, the evidence damning the former chief of detectives as the shooter. Someone with plenty to gain intends to get away with more than murder, and as the investigation reveals an ever-widening web of corruption and treachery, Diane realises that no one is safe - least of all her.

In the shadow of Diane Fallon's new forensic lab in Georgia, a land survey team has discovered three bodies hanging in an isolated patch of woods. The sensational case has aroused the interest of the media, unnerved the locals - and inspired a gruesome game between the killer and forensic anthropologist Diane. It begins with taunting e-mails and chilling phone calls. Where it leads is a personal investigation as each bizarre clue brings Diane closer to danger...

Beverly Connor's thrilling novel proves that the dead do tell tales. In the depths of an unmapped cave, forensic anthropologist Diane Fallon makes an astonishing discovery: the decades-old skeleton of a caving victim. Soon, the remains of two more bodies are found - one in an old car submerged in the waters of an abandoned quarry, another buried in the Georgia woods. At first, with nothing to link the dissimilar victims except desiccated bones, Diane can't fathom the connection. But someone else does. It's the key to a mystery that reaches back seventy years in a heritage of love, greed, and murder - and an unearthed family secret that still holds the power to kill.