What Happened to the Bennetts by Lisa Scottoline (English) Paperback Book

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"From #1 bestselling author Lisa Scottoline comes a pulse-pounding new novel. Your family has been attacked, never again to be the same. Now you have to choose between law...and justice"--

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From #1 bestselling author Lisa Scottoline comes a pulse-pounding new novel.Your family has been attacked, never again to be the same. Now you have to choose between law…and justice.    Jason Bennett is a suburban dad who owns a court-reporting business, but one night, his life takes a horrific turn. He is driving his family home after his daughter's field hockey game when a pickup truck begins tailgating them, on a dark stretch of road. Suddenly two men jump from the pickup and pull guns on Jason, demanding the car. A horrific flash of violence changes his life forever.Later that awful night, Jason and his family receive a visit from the FBI. The agents tell them that the carjackers were members of a dangerous drug-trafficking organization - and now Jason and his family are in their crosshairs.The agents advise the Bennetts to enter the witness protection program right away, and they have no choice but to agree. But WITSEC was designed to protect criminal informants, not law-abiding families. Taken from all they know, trapped in an unfamiliar life, the Bennetts begin to fall apart at the seams. Then Jason learns a shocking truth and realizes that he has to take matters into his own hands.Sometimes justice is a one-man show.

Author Biography

Lisa Scottoline is the number-one bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author of thirty-five novels. A former President of Mystery Writers of America, she has thirty million copies of her books in print and has been published in thirty-five countries. Her books have been optioned for film and TV, and she has also co-authored a series of humorous memoirs with her daughter, novelist Francesca Serritella. A former lawyer, Scottoline taught a course she developed, "Justice & Fiction," at the University of Pennsylvania Law School, her alma mater. She lives on a farm outside Philadelphia with an array of disobedient pets.

Review

**One of Kirkus Reviews' "Best Books of 2022"**"Scottoline just keeps ratcheting up the pressure in what may be her most emotionally intense nail-biter to date."—People"A Must-Read Book"—USA Today"Just might be the best book Scottoline has ever written, a masterpiece of misdirection, where nothing is as it seems, and a scorching character study of a man at the end of his rope who's not about to go down without a fight."—Providence Journal "Explosive new complications in the most relentless of all her mysteries. A high-octane thriller whose hero is tossed into one impossible situation after another. Best started early in the morning."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)"Twisty, propulsive and exhilarating. From this novel's first pages, Scottoline caroms us into a heart-throttling journey as the Bennett family must navigate both urgent dangers and their own complicated pasts—all while the clock ticks. What Happened to the Bennetts left me dazzled and breathless."—Megan Abbott, author of The Turnout"An emotion-packed thriller that stabs at the core of family, betrayal, and justice. Scottoline drives the plot at breakneck speed and keeps readers turning the pages. A must read."—Robert Dugoni, author of the Tracy Crosswhite Series "Scottoline is at the top of her already masterful game in this gripping thriller about parental love. From its opening, heart-grabbing pages, What Happened to the Bennetts is compulsively readable, seamlessly delivering one blazing twist after another with relentless pacing. You won't be able to put this one down."—Alafair Burke, author of Find Me"In What Happened to the Bennetts, Scottoline thrusts the reader into one family's living nightmare—and their long, nail-biting battle to return to some sense of normalcy."—Riley Sager, author of Survive the Night"This heart-wrenching novel…morphs into a high-speed, action-packed thriller…Fans will get their money's worth." —Publishers Weekly"Scottoline's gift for crafting human connections is displayed here...setting this thriller apart from other suburban-hero stories. A good choice for Greg Hurwitz and Harlan Coben fans." —Booklist"Clear the calendar before you start reading; What Happened to the Bennetts is so good you may not want to put it down until the hard-won and well-earned finale."—New York Journal of Books"[Scottoline's] best thriller...Fast-paced with so many twists and turns, and I felt like something happened on every page."—BookreporterPraise for Scottoline's Thrillers"Scottoline writes riveting thrillers that keep me up all night, with plots that twist and turn."--Harlan Coben, author of The Match"Scottoline is a powerhouse."--David Baldacci, author of Mercy "Scottoline is one of the very best writers today."--Michael Connelly, author of The Dark Hours"Scottoline knows how to keep readers in her grip."--The New York Times Book Review

Review Quote

**One of Kirkus Reviews' "Best Books of 2022"** "Scottoline just keeps ratcheting up the pressure in what may be her most emotionally intense nail-biter to date." --People "A Must-Read Book" --USA Today "Just might be the best book Scottoline has ever written, a masterpiece of misdirection, where nothing is as it seems, and a scorching character study of a man at the end of his rope who's not about to go down without a fight." --Providence Journal "Explosive new complications in the most relentless of all her mysteries. A high-octane thriller whose hero is tossed into one impossible situation after another. Best started early in the morning." --Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "Twisty, propulsive and exhilarating. From this novel's first pages, Scottoline caroms us into a heart-throttling journey as the Bennett family must navigate both urgent dangers and their own complicated pasts--all while the clock ticks. What Happened to the Bennetts left me dazzled and breathless." --Megan Abbott, author of The Turnout "An emotion-packed thriller that stabs at the core of family, betrayal, and justice. Scottoline drives the plot at breakneck speed and keeps readers turning the pages. A must read." --Robert Dugoni, author of the Tracy Crosswhite Series "Scottoline is at the top of her already masterful game in this gripping thriller about parental love. From its opening, heart-grabbing pages, What Happened to the Bennetts is compulsively readable, seamlessly delivering one blazing twist after another with relentless pacing. You won't be able to put this one down." --Alafair Burke, author of Find Me "In What Happened to the Bennetts , Scottoline thrusts the reader into one family's living nightmare--and their long, nail-biting battle to return to some sense of normalcy." --Riley Sager, author of Survive the Night "This heart-wrenching novel...morphs into a high-speed, action-packed thriller...Fans will get their money's worth." -- Publishers Weekly "Scottoline's gift for crafting human connections is displayed here...setting this thriller apart from other suburban-hero stories. A good choice for Greg Hurwitz and Harlan Coben fans." --Booklist "Clear the calendar before you start reading; What Happened to the Bennetts is so good you may not want to put it down until the hard-won and well-earned finale." --New York Journal of Books "[Scottoline's] best thriller...Fast-paced with so many twists and turns, and I felt like something happened on every page." -- Bookreporter Praise for Scottoline's Thrillers "Scottoline writes riveting thrillers that keep me up all night, with plots that twist and turn." --Harlan Coben, author of The Match "Scottoline is a powerhouse." --David Baldacci, author of Mercy "Scottoline is one of the very best writers today." --Michael Connelly, author of The Dark Hours "Scottoline knows how to keep readers in her grip." --The New York Times Book Review

Excerpt from Book

Chapter One I glanced in my rearview mirror at the pickup truck, which was riding my bumper. I hated tailgaters, especially with my family in the car, but nothing could ruin my good mood. My daughter''s field hockey team had just beat Radnor, and Allison had scored a goal. She was texting in the back seat, one of a generation that makes better use of opposable thumbs than any prior. My son Ethan turned around next to her, shielding his eyes against the pickup''s headlights. "Dad, what''s up with this guy?" "God knows. Ignore him." "Why don''t you go faster?" Ethan shifted, waking up Moonie, our little white mutt, who started jumping around in the back seat. I love the dog but he has two speeds: Asleep and Annoying. "Why should I? I''m going the limit." "But we can smoke this guy now." We had just gotten a new car, a Mercedes E-Class Sedan in a white enamel that gleamed like dental veneers. Ethan said the E stood for his name, but I said Exorbitant. My wife and kids had lobbied for the car, but I felt like a show-off behind the wheel. I missed my old Explorer, which I didn''t need a tie to drive. "Dad, when I get my license, I''m gonna burn guys like him." I heard this once a week. My son counted the days until his learner''s permit, even though he was only thirteen. I said, "No, you''re not. You''re gonna let him pass." "Why?" "We have a right to enjoy the drive." "But it''s boring." "Not to me. I''m a scenic-route kind of guy." I moved over to let the pickup pass, since Coldstream Road was a single lane winding uphill through the woods. We were entering the Lagersen Tract, the last parcel of woodland preserved by Chester County, where Nature had to be zoned for her own protection. I lowered the window and breathed in a lungful of fresh, piney air. Thick trees flanked the road, and scrub brush grew over the guardrails. Crickets and tree frogs croaked a chorus from my childhood. I grew up on a dairy farm in Hershey, home of the famous chocolate manufacturer. I loved living in a company town, where the air smelled of sweet cocoa and corporate largesse. Everyone worked toward the same goal, even if it was capitalism. "He''s not passing us," Ethan said, bringing me out of my reverie. I checked the rearview mirror, squinting against the headlights. Moonie was facing backward, his front paws on the back seat and his ears silhouetted like wispy triangles. "Come on, Dad. Show ''em who''s boss." "That''s well-established," I said. "Mom." Lucinda was in the passenger seat, the curve of her smile illuminated by the phone screen. She was a natural beauty, with gray-blue eyes, a small nose, and dark blond hair gathered into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She had been on Facebook since we''d left the school, posting game photos and comments. Great save by Arielle!!! Lady Patriots rock!!! Woohoo, Emily is MVP!!! My wife never uses fewer than three exclamation marks on social. If you only get one, you''ve done something wrong. Or as my father would say, You''re in the doghouse. Lucinda looked over. "Jason, speed up, would you?" "You, too? What''s the hurry?" "They have homework." "On Friday night? Have you met our kids?" Lucinda smiled, shaking her head. "Whatever, Scenic-Route Kind of Guy." "Aw, I feel so seen ." Lucinda laughed, which made me happy. I love my wife. We met at Bucknell, where she was an art major and I was a work-study jock slinging mac and cheese in the dining hall, wearing a hairnet, no less. She could''ve had her pick, but I made her laugh. Also she loves mac and cheese. "Dad, listen to this." Allison looked up, her thumbs still flying. She could text without looking at the keyboard, which she called her superpower. "My friends just voted you Hottest Dad." I smiled. "They''re absolutely right. There''s a reason I was Homecoming King." "Dude, no. Never say that again." Allison snorted, texting. "We don''t even have that anymore." Lucinda rolled her eyes. "Allison, who came in second?" I added, "Yeah, what troll came in second?" Allison kept texting. "Brianna M''s dad." I scoffed. "Ron McKinney? Please, no contest. I got the bubble butt." Allison smiled. "Stop it!" "I bet I can twerk, Al. Show you when we get home." "Nobody twerks anymore." Allison snorted again, texting away. "OMG, they''re saying you look like Kyle Chandler." "Who''s that?" "The dad from Friday Night Lights . We watched it together. You remember. Also the dad in Bloodline ." "What''s that?" "A show on Netflix." "Never saw it." "Anyway, you look like him, except he''s way hotter." I smiled. "Okay, but can he twerk?" Allison burst into laughter, and I glanced in the rearview mirror to see her, but the headlights of the pickup truck were too bright. The outline of her head bent over her phone, then I saw the bump of a skinny headband, and the spray of shorter hairs coming from her double ponytail. Those ponytail holders were all over the house, and I fished them from the dog''s mouth on a weekly basis. Ethan kept twisting around. "Dad, if I were driving, I''d speed up." Allison added, "Seriously." "Me, too," Lucinda joined in, still on her phone. "Okay, I''m convinced." I pressed the gas pedal, and the Mercedes responded instantly. We accelerated up the hill, hugging the sharp curve to the left. Oddly the black pickup truck chose that moment to pass us, a dark and dusty blur roaring by with two men in the cab. It crammed us against the guardrail, and I veered to the right, barely fitting on the street. Suddenly the pickup pulled in front of us and stopped abruptly, blocking our way. I slammed on the brakes and we shuddered to a stop, inches from the truck. We lurched forward in our seat belts. Lucinda gasped. Moonie started barking. "It''s okay," I said, instinctively reversing to put distance between us and the truck. I scanned for an escape route, but there wasn''t one. I couldn''t fit around the truck. I couldn''t reverse down the street because of the blind curve. Two men emerged from the pickup, illuminated by our headlights. The driver was big, with shredded arms covered by tattooed sleeves. His eyes were slits under a prominent forehead and long, dark hair. His passenger wasn''t as muscular, but had on a similar dark T-shirt and baggy jeans. The driver said something to him as they approached. I inhaled to calm myself. If it was road rage, I could defuse the situation. I had a year of law school, so I could bullshit with anybody. Otherwise I was six foot three, played middle linebacker in high school, and stayed in decent shape. Lucinda groaned. "Should I call 911?" "Not yet." "Dad?" Allison sounded nervous. "What do they want?" Ethan stuck his head between the seats, and Moonie barked, the harsh sound reverberating in the car. "Don''t worry. Lucinda, lock the doors." "Okay, but be careful." I climbed out of the car and closed the door behind me, hearing the reassuring thunk of the locks engage. The men reached me, and I straightened. "Gentlemen, is there a-" "We''re taking the car." The driver pulled a handgun and aimed it at my face. "Get everybody out." "Okay, fine. Relax. Don''t hurt anybody. This is my family." I turned to the car and spotted Lucinda''s phone glowing through the windshield. She must have been calling 911. The carjackers saw her at the same time. "Drop it!" The passenger pulled a gun and aimed it at her. "No, don''t shoot!" I moved in the way, raising my arms. "Honey, everybody, out of the car!" Lucinda lowered the phone, the screen dropping in a blur of light. Allison emerged from the back seat, her eyes wide. "Dad, they have guns." "It''s okay, honey. Come here." I put a hand on her shoulder and maneuvered her behind me. Lucinda was coming around the back of the car with Ethan, who held a barking Moonie, dragging his leash. They reached me, and I faced the men. "Okay, take the car," I told them, my chest tight. "Wait." The passenger eyed Allison, and a leering smile spread across his face. "What''s your name, sweetheart?" No. My mouth went dry. "Take the car and go." Suddenly Moonie leapt from Ethan''s arms and launched himself at the men. They jumped back, off-balance. The driver fired an earsplitting blast, just missing Moonie. My ears rang. I whirled around. Allison had been struck. Blood spurted from her neck in a gruesome fan. She was reeling. No! I rushed to her just as she collapsed in my arms. I eased her down to the street. Her mouth gaped open. Her throat emitted gulping sounds. Blood poured from her neck. My hand flew there to stop t

Details ISBN0525539697 Author Lisa Scottoline Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0525539697 ISBN-13 9780525539698 Publication Date 2022-11-29 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Imprint G P Putnam's Sons Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-11-29 NZ Release Date 2022-11-29 US Release Date 2022-11-29 UK Release Date 2022-11-29 Pages 512 DEWEY 813.54 Audience General We've got this

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