{"product_id":"the-burial-society-isbn-9780425284377","title":"The Burial Society","description":"\u003cb\u003eA woman running from a dark past stumbles upon a tangled nest of seductions and secrets in this psychological thriller of obsession and betrayal.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Catherine, no last name, doesn’t bury the dead. She rescues the living—from intolerable, abusive, dangerous lives. Her darknet-based witness protection program, the Burial Society, is the last hope for people who desperately need to disappear. Catherine takes care of them and provides new identities. She is effective and efficient—until she discovers that her slipup may have compromised a client, maybe even killed her. Powerless to help without exposing her shadowy profession, Catherine makes a drastic move.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With her covert service relocated to Paris, Catherine’s done her best to move on. But when a dark part of her past suddenly appears in the City of Light, she refuses to run—and her life takes a harrowing turn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Using all the tricks of her unusual trade, Catherine weaves her way through a dangerous landscape of treachery, infidelity, paranoia, and secrets that bind as deeply as blood. But the evil of the enemy she’s pursuing runs deeper still—to the bone. And even Catherine’s most cunning skills may not be enough to save herself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e“A complex but strangely exciting thriller.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A deeply unsettling, compulsively entertaining Rubik’s Cube of a novel . . . Every time you think you’ve unlocked the puzzle, Nina Sadowsky introduces a new twist that makes you start guessing all over again.”\u003cb\u003e—Michelle Richmond, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Year of Fog \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Marriage Pact\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e is a twisty, ever-deeper, can’t-let-go read! The heroine can trust no one as she struggles to help abused and endangered women in a world of secrets and shadows. . . . A dynamite psychological thriller by a new master of the genre.”\u003cb\u003e—Karen Harper, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eFalling Darkness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e“Addicting and chilling . . .  a smart, sophisticated, terrifying trip to the City of Light.”\u003cb\u003e—Susan Elia MacNeal, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Maggie Hope series\u003c\/b\u003e“A complex but strangely exciting thriller.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A deeply unsettling, compulsively entertaining Rubik’s Cube of a novel . . . Every time you think you’ve unlocked the puzzle, Nina Sadowsky introduces a new twist that makes you start guessing all over again.”\u003cb\u003e—Michelle Richmond, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Year of Fog \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Marriage Pact\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e is a twisty, can’t-let-go read! The heroine can trust no one as she struggles to help abused and endangered women in a world of secrets and shadows. . . . A dynamite psychological thriller by a new master of the genre.”\u003cb\u003e—Karen Harper, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Falling Darkness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Addicting and chilling . . .  a smart, sophisticated, terrifying trip to the City of Light.”\u003cb\u003e—Susan Elia MacNeal, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Maggie Hope series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A unique style, a fast pace, a Parisian setting, and a myriad of intriguing, puzzling characters make \u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e impossible to put down. Sadowsky uncovers dark and hidden secrets as she skillfully unravels the façade of a picture-perfect family.”\u003cb\u003e—Susan Crawford, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Pocket Wife \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Other Widow\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A whip-smart psychological thriller . . . a page-turner filled with unexpected twists and an explosive ending.”\u003cb\u003e—Carla Buckley, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Good Goodbye\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Sadowsky dances on a razor-thin line of tension as an avenging angel—a woman you’d never want to cross—tracks a dangerous psycho-killer in a terrifying journey that keeps you turning the pages.”\u003cb\u003e—Tom Avitabile, author of \u003ci\u003eGive Us This Day\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I flat-out loved it. \u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e is wonderful fiction. Nina Sadowsky really understands the art of the thriller.”\u003cb\u003e—Robin Swicord, writer\/director, \u003ci\u003eThe Jane Austen Book Club \u003c\/i\u003eand writer, \u003ci\u003eMemoirs of a Geisha\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A thoroughly engrossing exploration of a family’s tragedy and the stranger who enters their lives on a dangerous mission . . . intriguing and sexy with layers of betrayals, secrets, and surprising twists.”\u003cb\u003e—Julie Plec, writer\/producer, \u003ci\u003eThe Vampire Diaries\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eThe Burial Society\u003c\/i\u003e is the devil on your shoulder, seducing you with every sharp twist and turn. This book picks at the scars of family tragedy with a perfectly manicured nail, leaving you guessing until the very end.”\u003cb\u003e—Alexi Hawley, writer\/executive producer, \u003ci\u003eCastle \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Following\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Addictive! Sadowsky’s story moves at breakneck speed to its shocking conclusion. You won’t be able to put it down!”\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Laura Griffin, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eTouch of Red\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eNina Sadowsky\u003c\/b\u003e has written numerous original screenplays and adaptations for such companies as The Walt Disney Company, Working Title Films, and Lifetime Television. She was the executive producer of \u003ci\u003eThe Wedding Planner, \u003c\/i\u003ehas produced many other films, and was president of Meg Ryan’s Prufrock Pictures. Sadowsky is currently an adjunct professor at USC’s School of Cinematic Arts, teaching both script development and producing. This is her second novel.\u003cp\u003eBurial societies exist across cultures. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Their members are committed to ensuring that death and burial rites within a community are conducted with dignity and compassion. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The society’s duties are considered the ultimate acts of benevolence, and may include being present at a death, watching over the corpse, cleansing and shrouding it, accompanying it during the funeral procession, conducting the burial service without charge and with appropriate religious ceremonies, and providing support to the deceased’s family.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Catherine \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e FOCUS\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I can do this. I will do this. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’ve done this many times before. And under trickier circumstances, I reassure myself. I’ve calculated timing and approach, extraction and escape. It will be hazardous, perhaps fatal—if not for the benevolent graces of luck and perfect timing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But it’s what the client ordered, and the customer is always right. Plus, the payoff? Huge. I don’t care about the money, but there will be other rewards for me in this.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWhy am I so nervous?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I hate the waiting. Gives me too much time to think. My heart thuds in my chest.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eFocus.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I scan the street. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Two skinny Americans, weighted with backpacks, fingers entwined, eyes soaking in every last precious crumb of Parisian detail. A little boy, maybe three, still unsteady on his chubby legs, wobbling behind his sleekly dressed and fiercely bickering parents. A fine-boned shopgirl, just relieved of her shift, her face hardened by the disdain she holds for the countless Chinese tourists she has serviced today. Indeed, a crowd of them is now jostling back on board their gaudy tour bus, juggling their haul from Ralph Lauren, Hugo Boss, Façonnable, Gerard Darel. An expensively punked-out rocker dude with a fluffy Pomeranian on an embellished leash sidesteps the throng, cursing at his dog (or maybe the Chinese) in angry bursts.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e There’s a hunger about this part of Paris, despite the broad Haussmann-designed boulevards, the elegant shops, the leafy trees. The money, the designer labels, the thirst for status, they all feed a rapacious maw that is persistently desperate for “more,” that will never know satiation. And then there are those who scavenge off the leavings of that hunger, the salespeople and doormen, chauffeurs and personal assistants, beggars and thieves. Boulevard SaintGermain may look like the epitome of discreet wealth and understated luxury, but I know better. I know the darkness obscured by the glitz.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It is only because my client is well-heeled that I find myself here. Paris has been my home for a little over three years, but this arrondissement is not my usual stomping ground. Still, today I look the part—Givenchy black leather skinny jeans, a perfectly distressed four-hundred-euro T-shirt, Robert Clergerie platforms, my light brown hair swept back in a sleek ponytail, diamond studs in my exposed ears, eyes shadowed by oversized Chanel sunglasses. I am ostentatious, but I am also invisible. Wherever I am, whoever the target, I must blend in like a chameleon.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’ve been doing it for so long I don’t quite remember who I am anymore, not the real \u003ci\u003eme\u003c\/i\u003e, the me I left behind. But more on that later. I must concentrate on my current objective.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eFocus.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’ve done my homework. I always do. The facts check out. The first installment, a direct deposit to a Swiss bank account, is confirmed. I’ve followed my target for two weeks now without being detected. I’ve assessed her patterns and habits and, perhaps more important, those of the bodyguard who is never far from her side. I’ve enlisted Delphine as my driver for the day, always grateful for her steady, silent acquiescence to plans and payment.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I move into position. The Sonia Rykiel storefront is attractive. Behind the pristine plate glass, wooden shelves laden with hardcover books rise from floor to ceiling. The rich colors of the books’ spines are mirrored in the ornate ensembles draped onto bald alabaster mannequins. Layers of complex embroidery on the most luxurious silks, fringes and furs, palettes that glimmer under the artfully directed lights. It’s dusk, and as the day darkens, the shop windows glow.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I buy myself time to linger by extracting a pack of Gitanes from my Louis Vuitton handbag.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The chubby toddler and his squabbling parents cross in front of me. The little boy totters. Lands on his plump butt as his parents continue on, absorbed in their heated fight. His small mouth curves into an indignant O as his face goes pale.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eNice fall\u003c\/i\u003e!” I compliment the toddler cheerfully in French. “\u003ci\u003eNext time, be sure your parents see, you’ll get more attention\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The kid’s watery eyes take me in. Should he cry? Be afraid? He’s undecided. Then he gives me a sly, delighted smile. He scrambles to his feet and rushes in front of his parents, only to plop down dramatically before them and wail, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. I choke back a laugh.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And suddenly, there she is. Exiting the boutique. My target. High Slavic cheekbones. Thick, shiny blond hair. A full mouth and a strong jaw that gives her face a tinge of hauteur. Elegantly dressed, Alexander McQueen. Sky-high stiletto heels. A stunning pair of cabochon emerald earrings. Skittish despite all her sophistication and grooming. Like a high-strung Thoroughbred awaiting the starting gun. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She’s empty-handed. To give truth to the lie, the day’s purchases will be delivered to her apartment on avenue Montaigne. As if she always expected to go home. As if he expected the same.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My target’s bodyguard follows her out, thick-necked and deadeyed.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My nerves fade. I’m stone cold, as I knew I would be when the time came. That’s better. This is how I like me. Moving into action and reaction, calculated and sure. Ruthless.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I pretend to dig in my purse for an errant lighter or matches. Approach her. I ask in French if she has a light. I extend my pack of cigarettes, an offering.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Her eyes meet mine from under a heavy fringe of black lashes. I know she sneaks smokes when she thinks no one who matters is looking. I’ve watched her do it thirty-seven times in the last fourteen days. Now thirty-eight.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Behind her, the bodyguard steps protectively forward, but she waves him off. I am nothing to fear, just another rich, spoiled coquette in need of a nicotine fix.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She reaches into her purse and extracts a Cartier lighter, accepts a cigarette from my pack. When she snaps the lighter, our heads bend toward each other, near the flame, and my hand closes around hers. The door to the van parked behind us slides open.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Don’t resist,” I whisper in English. Her eyes dart to mine, instantly wary.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My hand tightens around my target’s wrist. With one cruel jerk, I bundle her into the van, flicking my lit cigarette into the bodyguard’s face. He bellows and bats away the burning ember, too distracted to anticipate the thrusting thud of my platform shoe into his gut. 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