Every time archaeologist Cassie Mitchell starts a new archaeological excavation, she finds a skeleton. And not just any ordinary human skeleton, but one that has evidence of foul play...in other words, a murder. And because Cassie is an archaeologist studying the historic period, Cassie's skeletons were usually people murdered sometime between, oh, say, 70 to 300 years ago.
Real archaeolgists aren't like Indiana Jones. They can't solve their little puzzles all by themselves. Cassie has to have help. Her team includes her historian husband, Derek Chavez. Cassie can read a historic document, but know how to find it? And put it in context? No way. Much less understand how those guys thought back in those days.
And sure, Cassie knows how to organize a dig, boss the shovel-bums around, and put all of the information together for the final report, but she can't tell a bullet-hole from one made by a drill. She needs a forensic anthropologist for that, and Rory Saint is her man. Rory can tell more about a human being from his bones than his mother knew, and he's been instrumental in convicting tyrants and dictators the world over for their genocidal crimes.
Working together with lawmen who have long since died, Cassie, Derek and Rory solve murder cases that have laid dormant for decades. You, the reader, in the end, will know more than the historic lawman, the archaeologist, the historian or the forensic scientist does all put together.