{"product_id":"dr-death-isbn-9780345508522","title":"Dr. Death","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\u003eSomeone has murdered euthanasia champion Dr. Eldon Mate—a self-styled Dr. Death responsible for scores of assisted suicides. In a burst of bloody irony, the killer chooses to dispatch the doctor in the back of Mate's own suicide van, hooking him up to the killing apparatus dubbed “the Humanitron”—and adding some butchering touches of his own. The case is assigned to veteran LAPD homicide detective Milo Sturgis, who turns, once again, to his friend Dr. Alex Delaware. But working this case raises a conflict of interest for Alex so profound that he can't even discuss it with Milo. The tension that develops between cop and psychologist further complicates an already baffling and complex murder investigation—one whose suspects include the families of Dr. Mate's “travelers,” Mate's own son, and a psychopathic killer who relishes the geometry of death.Praise for \u003cb\u003eMonster\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kellerman is in peak form. . . . A surprising and complex story of festering evil--a tale that snakes its way to a stunningly dramatic conclusion.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e (Page-Turner of the Week)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003cb\u003eBilly Straight\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Billy Straight is everything a thriller ought to be. The writing is excellent. The plotting is superior. The characters ring true. . . . A taut, compelling story.\"                  \u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for Jonathan Kellerman\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Jonathan Kellerman doesn't just write psychological thrillers--he owns the genre.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eDetroit Free Press\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Often, mystery writers can either plot like devils or create believable characters. Kellerman stands out because he can do both. Masterfully.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kellerman excels at plotting, dialogue, procedural detail and insight into \u003cbr\u003eabnormal states of mind.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kellerman is the acknowledged king of the psychological thriller.\"\u003cbr\u003e--\u003ci\u003eThe Dallas Morning News\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.Irony can be a rich dessert, so when the contents of the van were\u003cbr\u003epublicized, some people gorged. The ones who'd believed Eldon H. Mate to be\u003cbr\u003ethe Angel of Death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThose who'd considered him Mercy Personified grieved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI viewed it through a different lens, had my own worries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMate was murdered in the very early hours of a sour-smelling, fog-laden\u003cbr\u003eMonday in September. No earthquakes or wars interceded by sundown, so the\u003cbr\u003edeath merited a lead story on the evening news. Newspaper headlines in the\u003cbr\u003eTimes and the Daily News followed on Tuesday. TV dropped the story within\u003cbr\u003etwenty-four hours, but recaps ran in the Wednesday papers. In total, four\u003cbr\u003edays of coverage, the maximum in short-attention-span L.A. unless the corpse\u003cbr\u003eis that of a princess or the killer can afford lawyers who yearn for Oscars.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo easy solve on this one; no breaks of any kind. Milo had been doing his\u003cbr\u003ejob long enough not to expect otherwise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe'd had an easy summer, catching a quartet of lovingly stupid homicides\u003cbr\u003eduring July and August--one domestic violence taken to the horrible extreme\u003cbr\u003eand three brain-dead drunks shooting other inebriates in squalid Westside\u003cbr\u003ebars. Four murderers hanging around long enough to be caught. It kept his\u003cbr\u003esolve rate high, made it a bit--but not much--easier to be the only openly\u003cbr\u003egay detective in LAPD.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Knew I was due,\" he said. It was the Sunday after the murder when he phoned\u003cbr\u003eme at the house. Mate's corpse had been cold for six days and the press had\u003cbr\u003emoved on. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat suited Milo just fine. Like any artist, he craved solitude. He'd played\u003cbr\u003ehis part by not giving the press anything to work with. Orders from the\u003cbr\u003ebrass. One thing he and the brass could agree on: reporters were almost\u003cbr\u003ealways the enemy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat the papers HAD printed was squeezed out of clip-file biographies, the\u003cbr\u003einevitable ethical debates, old photos, old quotes. Beyond the fact that\u003cbr\u003eMate had been hooked up to his own killing machine, only the sketchiest\u003cbr\u003edetails had been released:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVan parked on a remote section of Mulholland Drive, discovery by hikers just\u003cbr\u003eafter dawn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. DEATH MURDERED.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI knew more because Milo told me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe call came in at 8 P.M., just as Robin and I had finished dinner. I was\u003cbr\u003eout the door, holding on to the straining leash of Spike, our little French\u003cbr\u003ebulldog. Pooch and I both looking forward to a night walk up the glen. Spike\u003cbr\u003eloved the dark because pointing at scurrying sounds let him pretend he was a\u003cbr\u003enoble hunter. I enjoyed getting out because I worked with people all day and\u003cbr\u003esolitude was always welcome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRobin answered the phone, caught me in time, ended up doing dog-duty as I\u003cbr\u003ereturned to my study.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Mate's yours?\" I said, surprised because he hadn't told me sooner. Suddenly\u003cbr\u003eedgy because that added a whole new layer of complexity to my week.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who else merits such blessing?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI laughed softly, feeling my shoulders humping, rings of tension around my\u003cbr\u003eneck. The moment I'd heard about Mate I'd worried. Deliberated for a long\u003cbr\u003etime, finally made a call that hadn't been returned. I'd dropped the issue\u003cbr\u003ebecause there'd been no good reason not to. It really WASN'T any of my\u003cbr\u003ebusiness. Now, with Milo involved, all that had changed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI kept the worries to myself. His call had nothing to do with my problem.\u003cbr\u003eCoincidence--one of those nasty little overlaps. Or maybe there really are\u003cbr\u003eonly a hundred people in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis reason for getting in touch was simple: the dreaded W word: whodunit. A\u003cbr\u003ecase with enough psychopathology to make me potentially useful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlso I was his friend, one of the few people left in whom he could confide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe psychopathology part was fine with me. What bothered me was the\u003cbr\u003efriendship component. Things I knew but didn't tell him. 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