Jupiter's Bones [antikvár]

PrologueBecause her recent days had been filled with scientific data and research, Europa had paused only for the most basic of human necessitiesfood, water, bathroom breaks. Her nights had been equally jammed as she tried desperately to play catch-upexercising on the stationary cycle, calling friends and attempting a life. Time had taken on a pace as unstoppable as the biblical flood. The rushing tempo had given her sporadic anxiety attacks as well as migratory bouts of heart palpitationunusual since she was in peak condition and excellent health. She'd probably live a long time, judging by her parents' genetics. Her mother had been in her early sixties when she had died, but she had been a broken woman.Unlike her father.Her father. He'd be in his seventies. And like most narcissists, he'd probably be in wonderful health.Or so she thought.But no time for any musings. Her professional calendar had been too demanding.Except there had been that recurring daydream, a fragment from her past, a sneaky little devil that kept insinuating itself into Europa's brain when she least expected it.A remembrance of things past, thank you, Proust.Sitting by the lake, watching the water gentiy lap up on the shoreline. For her tenth birthday, her father had decided to take her camping just the two of them, leaving her squalling younger brothers at home with Mom. Dad had taken her somewhere up in the San Bernardino