Each year, Angela has a tryst with a guy who is a desert photographer in New Mexico. She calls Brennan and tells her that he has disappeared and may be dead. She and Booth join her and when a skull is inspected, it turns out she was right. But now we have a cultural thing where there are white people and Native Americans at odds (oh really?). There is a taciturn sheriff who is slow to turn over authority to the gang. But his sister is the guide and she is missing. What transpires is a rather tedious effort to find her. There is also some supernatural stuff going on that ends up turning me off. Not up to the usual quality.
Review of The Skull in the Desert
