Dressed to Die: A Lindsay Chamberlain Novel

"Dressed to Die grabs the reader's attention from
the very first page and never lets go until the last
paragraph on the last page. Highly recommended."

-The Bookwatch

"This book will keep you guessing until the very end."

-Herald-Whig, Quincy, 111.

"The plot is serpentine, the solution ingenious, the
academic politics vicious, and Lindsay's appealing.
This entertaining mystery is as chock-full of engrossing anthropological and archaeological detail as a
newly discovered burial mound."

-Publishers Weekly

"Delightful."

-Northwest Arkansas Times, Fayetteville

"Nail-biting suspense.

-State Journal, Frankfort, Ky.

"A multi-dimensional mystery that deserves comparison with Patricia Cornwell.

-Booklist

Other books by Beverly Connor in the
Lindsay Chamberlain Series:

A Rumor of Bones

Questionable Remains

Skeleton Crew

Airtight Case

BEVERLY (ONNOR

Thank you, Charles Connor, Diane Trap, Judy Iakovou,
Takis Iakovou, and Harriette Austin, for your untiring support and invaluable criticism.

Thank you, Barbara Gerrard, for answering my questions about Arabian horses.

And thanks to you, too, Robbie.

North Campus

To teach, to serve, and to inquire into the nature of things

Although this book is set on the campus of the University
of Georgia, I have repopulated the university with my own
characters-none of whom bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it's a complete coincidence.

Those of you acquainted with the campus will note
that I've added a building. Nancy Hart was indeed a Revolutionary War heroine from Georgia, but there is no building on campus bearing her name. Most of Lindsay's
campus is the same as the real one, but I did make small
changes here and there.

The archaeology lab is no longer in Baldwin Hall and
the description of the Archaeology Department is how it
appeared before the current renovations. Also, I have split
Archaeology and Anthropology into two departments. At
the university they are one.

Georgia has 159 counties, and not one of them is named
Dover.

"WHY DO YOU believe she's buried here?" Lindsay
Chamberlain asked, pushing a strand of wind-whipped hair
from her face and shivering in the early morning April air.

Private detective Will Patterson, dressed in jeans and a
short-sleeved shirt and oblivious to the gusty air, gave a
slight shrug. His tanned, lined face showed no expression.
"Anonymous call. Makes sense. The land belongs to the
husband's family. Her folks believe the husband killed her.
They may be right. It's not easy to get rid of a body ... and
not be seen doing it." He looked around and gestured with a
nod. "This place'd be safe."

Lindsay had to strain to hear his husky, low voice over
the wind that blew through the trees. Patterson took one
more drag on his cigarette, dropped it, and ground it into
the gravel drive.