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Dead Men Do Tell Tales Dead Men Do Tell Tales, is a fascinating candid approach to the very morbidly mysterious world of crime scene forensics investigation. “From a skeleton, a skull, a mere fragment of burnt thigh bone, Dr. William Maples can deduce the age, gender, and ethnicity of a murder victim, the manner in which the person was dispatched, and ultimately the identity of the killer.” (Forward) The title of the first chapter sums up the ensuing pages with the quote, “Every day is Halloween” and quickly makes you a believer of that statement while unveiling your eyes to the underworld of crime. From insurance fraud to the false anthropological findings of the early 1920's, back to a young boys infatuation with Bonnie Parker, Dr. Maples introduces you to a side of forensics that is exciting and even sexy in a very strange way. He frames us up with a story that would almost seem like the movie Twister, with young scientists racing around the countryside chasing down crime scenes and evidence, instead of tornados. If there was a nieve bone in your body, I’m sure that he has collected it by the time you’ve reached the second chapter. Stories of professionals who fall down in front of moving vehicles and such, set to “bring you face to face with some of the most vivid, brilliant, highly plausible fictions ever spun by human ingenuity.” One might almost be compelled to call everyone, as the Swahili phrase goes, “shenzi.” Today, Dr.
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