One wet, windswept November morning, a field on Meagher's Farm gives up the dismembered bones of eleven women. In this part of Ireland, unmarked graves are common, but these bones date from 1915, long before the Troubles claimed their victims. What's more, these bones bear the marks of a meticulous butcher. These women were almost certainly skinned alive. And then a young American tourist goes missing, and her clean bones, carefully stripped and arranged in an arcane pattern, are discovered on the same farm.