{"product_id":"bones-isbn-9780345495174","title":"Bones","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe iconic thriller series that inspired the upcoming streaming show on Prime Video\u003ci\u003e, \u003c\/i\u003ein development now!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe anonymous caller has an ominous tone and an unnerving message about something “real dead . . . buried in your marsh.” The eco-volunteer on the other end of the phone thinks it’s a prank, but when a young woman’s body turns up in L.A.’s Bird Marsh preserve no one’s laughing. And when the bones of more victims surface, homicide detective Milo Sturgis realizes the city’s under siege to an insidious killer. Milo’s first move: calling in psychologist Alex Delaware. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe murdered women are prostitutes–except the most recent victim; a brilliant young musician from the East Coast, employed by a wealthy family to tutor a musical prodigy, Selena Bass seems out of place in the marsh’s grim tableau. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConveniently–perhaps ominously–Selena’s blueblood employers are nowhere to be found, and their estate’ s jittery caretaker raises hackles. But Milo’s instincts and Alex’s insight are too well-honed to settle for easy answers, even given the dark secrets in this troubled man’s past. Their investigation unearths disturbing layers–about victims, potential victims, and suspects alike–plunging even deeper into the murky marsh’s enigmatic depths.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBizarre details of the crimes suggest a devilish serial killer prowling L.A.’s gritty streets. But when a new murder deviates from the pattern, derailing a possible profile, Alex and Milo must look beyond the suspicion of madness and consider an even more sinister mind at work. Answers don’t come easy, but the darkest of drives and desires may fuel the most devious of foes.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eCompulsion\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A genuine page-turner . . . The comfortable banter that has helped make Delaware and Sturgis such durable crime-story heroes is as rapid-fire, keen, and wryly funny as ever, and the mystery they aim to solve is certainly not routine.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Booklist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eObsession\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Jonathan Kellerman’s novels are an obsession; once started it is hard to quit.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Orlando Sentinel\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The characters are rich, the story’s well-plotted and you won’t stop reading.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The Boston Herald\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eGone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The denouement accelerates to breathtaking, heart-pounding speed.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sharply written and well-paced.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eRAGE\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[An] adrenaline-fueled read.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—People\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJonathan Kellerman\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of more than three dozen bestselling crime novels, including the Alex Delaware series, \u003ci\u003eThe Butcher’s Theater, Billy Straight, The Conspiracy Club,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eTwisted, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e True Detectives\u003c\/i\u003e. With his wife, bestselling novelist Faye Kellerman, he co-authored \u003ci\u003eDouble Homicide \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Capital Crimes\u003c\/i\u003e. With his son, bestselling novelist Jesse Kellerman, he co-authored the first book of a new series, \u003ci\u003eThe Golem of Hollywood\u003c\/i\u003e. He is also the author of two children’s books and numerous nonfiction works, including \u003ci\u003eSavage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e With Strings Attached: The Art and Beauty of Vintage Guitars\u003c\/i\u003e. He has won the Goldwyn, Edgar, and Anthony awards and has been nominated for a Shamus Award. Jonathan and Faye Kellerman live in California, New Mexico, and New York.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEveryone does it\u003c\/i\u003e is not a defense!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf everyone did it, that made it normal, right? And after Chance did the research he knew he did nothing wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGoogling high school cheating because writing an essay was part of the punishment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinding out four out of five high school students—that’s eighty frickin’ percent—did it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMajority rules. Just like that thing on his Social Action study sheet...social norms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSocial norms are the cement that holds societies together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere you go, he was being a big help to society!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen he tried to joke about that with the parental units, they didn’t laugh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSame as when he told them it was civil rights, no way could the school force him to do community service outside the school property. That was against the Constitution. Time to call the ACLU.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat got Dad’s eyes all squinty. Chance turned to Mom but she made sure not to give him any eye contact.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The ACLU?” Big wet Dad throat clear, like after too many cigars. “Because we make a significant monetary contribution to the ACLU?” Starting to breathe hard. “Every goddamn year. That’s what you’re saying?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance didn’t answer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Cute, extremely cute. That’s your point? Well let me tell you something: You cheated. Period. That is not the kind of thing the ACLU gives half a shit about.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Language, Steve—” Mom broke in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t start, Susan. We’ve got a goddamn f***ing serious problem here and I seem to be the only one who f***ing gets it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom got all tight- mouthed, started plucking at her nails. Turned her back on both of them and did something with dishes on the kitchen counter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s his problem, Susan, not ours and unless he owns up to it, we can kiss Occidental—or any other halfway decent college—f***ing good- bye.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance said, “I’ll own up to it, Dad.” Working on what Sarabeth called his Mr. Sincere look.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLaughing as she undid her bra. Everyone buys Mr. Sincere but me, Chancy. I know it’s Mr. Bogus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDad stared at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hey,” said Chance, “at least give me credit for hand-eye coordination.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDad let out a stream of curses and stomped out of the kitchen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom said, “He’ll get over it,” but she left, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance waited to make sure neither of them was coming back before he smiled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFeeling good because his hand-eye had been cool.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSetting his Razr on vibrate and positioning it perfectly in a side pocket of his loosest cargo pants, the phone resting on a bunch of shit he’d stuffed in there to make kind of a little table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSarabeth three rows up, texting him the answers to the test. Chance being cool about it, knowing he’d never get caught because Shapiro was a nearsighted loser who stayed at his desk and missed everything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho’d figure Barclay would come in to tell Shapiro something, look clear to the back of the room, and spot Chance peeking into his pocket?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe whole class doing the same exact thing, everyone’s pockets vibing. Everyone cracking up the moment the test started because Shapiro was such a clueless loser, the whole semester had been like this, the asshole would’ve missed Paris Hilton walking in nude and spreading.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryone does it is not a defense!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRumley looking down his big nose and talking all sad like at a funeral. What Chance wanted to say was, Then it frickin’ should be, dude.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead, he sat in Rumley’s office, squeezed between his parents, his head all down, trying to look all sorry and thinking about the shape of Sarabeth’ s ass in her thong while Rumley went on forever about honor and ethics and the history of Windward Prep and how if the school so chose they had the option of informing the Occidental admissions office and causing dire consequences for his college career.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat made Mom burst into tears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDad just sat there, looking angry at the world, didn’t make a move to even give her a tissue from the box on Rumley’s desk so Rumley had to do it, standing up and handing it to Mom and looking pissed at Dad for making him stretch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRumley sat back down and moved his mouth some more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance pretended to listen, Mom sniffled, Dad looked ready to hit someone. When Rumley finally finished, Dad started talking about the family’s “contributions to Windward,” mentioning Chance’ s performance on the basketball team, bringing up his own time on the football team.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the end the adults reached an agreement and wore small, satisfied smiles. Chance felt like a puppet but he made sure he looked all serious, being happy would be a ba- ad move.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePunishment 1: He’d have to take another version of the test— Shapiro would make one up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePunishment 2: No more cell phone at school.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe this unfortunate event will have positive ramifications, young man,” said Rumley. “We’ve been thinking about a schoolwide ban.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere you go, thought Chance. I did you guys a favor, not only shouldn’t you punish me, you should be payin’ me, like some sort of consulting deal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo far, so good, for a second Chance thought he’d got off real easy. Then:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePunishment 3: The essay. Chance hated to write, usually Sarabeth did his essays, but she couldn’t do this one because he had to do it at school, in Rumley’s office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill, no big deal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen came Punishment 4. “Because substantive accountability has to be part of the package, Master Brandt.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom and Dad agreeing. The three of them going all al- Qaida on him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance pretended to agree.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, sir, I need to pay my debt and I will do so with industrious alacrity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThrowing in some SAT vocab words. Dad staring at him, like who are you kidding, dude, but Mom and Rumley looked really impressed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRumley moved his mouth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommunity service. Oh, shit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd here the frick he was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSitting in the Save the Marsh office on night eleven of his thirty- night sentence. Shitty little puke- colored room with pictures of ducks and bugs, whatever, on the wall. One dirty window looking out to a parking lot where no one but him and Duboff parked. Stacks of bumper stickers in the corner he was supposed to hand out to anyone who walked in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo one walked in and Duboff left him by himself so he could run off to investigate how global warming got up a duck’s butt, what made birds hurl, did bugs have big dicks, whatever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThirty frickin’ nights of this, nuking his summer vacation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFive to ten p.m., instead of hanging after school with Sarabeth and his friends, all because of a social norm four out of five people did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the phone did ring, he mostly ignored it. When he did answer, it was always some loser wanting directions to the marsh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo on the frickin’ website or use MapQuest, Rainman!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe wasn’t allowed to make outgoing calls but since yesterday he’d started to hook up with Sarabeth for cell phone sex. She was loving him even more for not ratting her to Rumley.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sat there. Drank from his can of Jolt, now warm. Felt the Baggie in his pants pocket and thought Later.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNineteen more nights of supermax confinement, he was starting to feel like one of those Aryan Brotherhood dudes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo and a half more frickin’ weeks until he was free at last, doing his Luther King thing. He checked his TAG Heuer. Nine twenty- four. Thirty- six minutes and he’d be good to go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe phone rang.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe ignored it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt kept going, ten times.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe let it die a natural death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA minute later, it rang again and he figured maybe he should answer it, what if it was Rumley testing him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClearing his throat and getting Mr. Sincere ready, he picked up. “Save the Marsh.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSilence on the other end made him smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of his friends pranking him, probably Ethan. Or Ben or Jared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dude,” he said. “What’s up?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA weird kind of hissy voice said, “Up?” Weird laughter. “Something’ s down. As in buried in your marsh.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Okay, dude—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shut up and listen.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeing talked to like that made Chance’s face go all hot, like when he was ready to sneak a flagrant in on some loser on the opposing team, then get all innocent when the dude wailed about being nut- jammed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe said, “F*** off, dude.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe hissy voice said, “East side of the marsh. Look and you’ll find it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Like I give a—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dead,” said Hissy. “Something real real dead.” Laughter. “Dude.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHanging up before Chance could tell him to shove dead up his...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA voice from the door said, “Hey, man, how’s it shaking?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChance’s face was still hot, but he put on Mr. Sincere and looked over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere in the doorway was Duboff, wearing his Save the Marsh T- shirt, geek shorts showing too much skinny white thigh, plastic sandals, that stupid gray beard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hey, Mr. Duboff,” said Chance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hey, man.” Duboff gave a clenched- fist salute. “Did you have a chance to check out the herons before you got here?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not yet, sir.”#1 New York Times bestselling author; Author of True Detectives","brand":"Ballantine Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303528452325,"sku":"NP9780345495174","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780345495174.jpg?v=1767722926","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/bones-isbn-9780345495174","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}