Bones: Buried Deep

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The author wishes to acknowledge forensics researcher/co-plotter Matthew V. Clemens.

Further acknowledgments appear at the conclusion of this novel.

On a moonless June night, Al Capone’s sleek teak motorboat skimmed like a child’s tossed stone across the surface of Lake Michigan.

The craft had been a gift from someone who owed the crime boss a favor; Capone had climbed aboard once, promptly gotten seasick, and vowed never to return.

But from time to time — even now, years after Snorky’s postprison retirement to Florida — the mob boss’s former business associates found use for the craft. Not big enough to make runs to Canada for whiskey back in Prohibition days, the craft would be used by Capone’s men to speed out onto the lake in the middle of the night, to meet the bigger boats and bring back small shipments.

Post-Prohibition, other kinds of contraband had been smuggled by the speedboat, but tonight neither booze nor narcotics were aboard — though passenger Anthony Gianelli wished he had a flask or even a reefer about now, to ward off the chill.

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