Chill of Fear (Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Series #8)

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FBI agent Quentin Hayes always knew he had an unusual talent, even before he was recruited by Noah Bishop for the controversial Special Crimes Unit. But, as gifted as he is, for twenty years he’s been haunted by a heartbreaking unsolved murder that took place at The Lodge, a secluded Victorian-era resort in Tennessee. Now he’s returned one final time, determined to put the mystery to rest.

Diana Brisco has come there hoping to unlock the mystery of her troubled past. Instead, ...

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Overview

FBI agent Quentin Hayes always knew he had an unusual talent, even before he was recruited by Noah Bishop for the controversial Special Crimes Unit. But, as gifted as he is, for twenty years he’s been haunted by a heartbreaking unsolved murder that took place at The Lodge, a secluded Victorian-era resort in Tennessee. Now he’s returned one final time, determined to put the mystery to rest.

Diana Brisco has come there hoping to unlock the mystery of her troubled past. Instead, she is assailed by nightmares and the vision of a child who vanished from The Lodge years ago. And an FBI agent is trying to convince her that she isn’t crazy but that she has a rare gift, a gift that could catch a killer.

Quentin knows that this is his last chance to solve a case that has become a dangerous obsession. But can he persuade Diana to help him, knowing what it could cost her? For something cold and dark and pure evil is stalking the grounds of The Lodge. Something Diana may not survive. Something Quentin never felt before: the chill of fear.

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Something old, and dark, and cold. Something evil" is on the loose at a remote, exclusive resort in the Tennessee mountains in the easy-reading second installment of the Hooper's Fear trilogy (after Hunting Fear). When an eight-year-old girl mysteriously goes missing-at least the sixth disappearance in the past few decades-a crack team of paranormals, the FBI's Special Crimes Unit (SCU), aka Spooky Crimes Unit, is on the case. SCU head Noah Bishop and telepathic new recruit Quentin Hayes recover the girl and stick around to track down the lurking evil once and for all. This isn't Hayes' first stay at the Lodge: on vacation with his parents there 25 years earlier, 12-year-old Hayes discovered the strangled corpse of his friend Missy, an unsolved crime that has haunted him since. On this visit, Hayes meets Lodge guest Diana Brisco, a striking redhead who's at the resort taking a therapeutic art class to treat the nightmares, disorientation and blackouts she's suffered since childhood. Hayes helps Diana understand that she's not crazy but rather powerfully psychic, and they join forces to rid the Lodge of evil. Hooper's latest may offer her fans a few shivers on a hot beach. (Aug.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Hooper brings back FBI agent Noah Bishop and the extrasensory experts of his Special Crimes Unit for a second story, this one set at a remote resort. Diana Brisco has gone there to dig up roots from her past but instead has terrifying visions of a vanished child. Evidently, she's got the vision to help track down killers. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Psychics converge on a Tennessee Mountain resort where big trouble is a-comin' and dead people are a-lurkin'. Round two in Hooper's Fear trilogy (Hunting Fear, 2004). Responding to forces larger than themselves, members of the FBI's Special Crimes Unit (variously skilled "sensitives" recruited over the years by Agent Noah Bishop) have positioned themselves at The Lodge, a mountain resort catering to the special needs of the famous and powerful. Special needs would be your basic romp with the mistress, flirtation with the housemaid, quick detox, that sort of thing, all accomplished in an atmosphere of total discretion and off the books. Alas, it seems that one of the special needs of someone associated with the grand Victorian spa seems to be murder. Ever since construction began around the turn of the 20th century there has been an unusually high death rate in The Lodge's neighborhood. Not part of the nervous FBI crew hanging around, but of great interest to them is pretty, rich Diana Brisco, a guest at The Lodge referred by her shrink for a course of art therapy in the relaxed, caring atmosphere. Diana has spent two thirds of her life drugged to the gills by a succession of doctors hoping to treat blackouts and other plaguesome symptoms that have made life hell for two out of her three decades. What Diana and the men of science have failed to understand (psychic gifts not being covered in med school) is that Diana is a first-rate medium. Special Crimes Unit agent Quentin Hayes, whose psychic gift is the occasional peek at the future, recognizes what the docs didn't, and gently leads her to an understanding of her powers. Weaned off her medications, Diana begins to understand that thejuvenile murder victims she's been spending time with outside of painting class really need her help. An Evil Thing is about to return to The Lodge. The spine occasionally tingles, but if you can't buy the psychic bit . . .
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781596003354
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 7/26/2005
  • Series: Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Series, #8
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged, 5 CDs, 6 hours
  • Product dimensions: 6.18 (w) x 5.10 (h) x 0.84 (d)

Meet the Author

Kay Hooper
KAY HOOPER is the award-winning author of Sleeping with Fear, Stealing Shadows, and more than ten other novels of suspense and intrigue along with dozens of other books. She lives in North Carolina.
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Chill of Fear


By Kay Hooper

Random House

Kay Hooper
All right reserved.

ISBN: 055390177X


Chapter One

1


Present day


Nightmares again?"

Diana Brisco slipped her cold hands into the front pockets of her smock and frowned at him. "What makes you ask?"

"That." He nodded at the canvas on its easel in front of her, a canvas with a dark background and bright, harsh slashes of color in the foreground.

She joined him in staring at the canvas, and finally shrugged. "No, no nightmares." For once, at least. "Just in a mood, I guess."

"A dark mood."

"You told us to paint what we felt," she said defensively. "I did that."

He smiled, the expression lending his already angelic features such beauty that she unconsciously caught her breath.

"Yes, you did. And quite powerfully. I'm not worried about your work, Diana. It's superb, as usual. I'm concerned about you."

She mentally shook off the almost mesmerizing effect of his physical presence and ignored what she suspected was a pat-the-pupil-on-the-head compliment, saying, "I'm fine. I didn't sleep well, but not because of nightmares. Just because . . ." She shrugged again, unwilling to admit that she had been up half the night staring through her bedroom window, out over the dark valley. She had spent far too many nights that way since arriving in Leisure.

Looking for . . . something. God only knew what, because she certainly didn't.

Gently, but also matter-of-factly, he said, "Even if this workshop was designed for self-expression rather than therapy, I'd be offering the same advice, Diana. Once we're done here, get out of The Lodge for a while. Go for a walk, or a ride, or a swim. Sit out in one of the gardens with a book."

"In other words, stop thinking about myself so much."

"Stop thinking. For a while."

"Okay. Sure. Thanks." Diana knew she sounded brusque and wanted to apologize for it. He was only doing what he was supposed to do, after all, and probably had no idea that she'd heard it all before. But before she could form the words, he merely smiled and moved on to the next of his dozen or so "students" here in the bright, open space of the hotel's conservatory.

Diana kept her hands in the pockets of the paint-stained smock and frowned at her painting. Superb, huh? Yeah, right. To her eye, it looked more like the finger painting of a highly untalented six-year-old.

But, of course, quality was hardly the point. Talent was hardly the point.

Figuring out what was going on in her screwed-up mind was the point.

She took her gaze off the painting and watched as Beau Rafferty moved among his students. An artist of his caliber teaching this sort of workshop had struck her as extremely odd at first, but after a week of classes she had come to realize that he had a genuine gift not only for teaching, but also for reaching and helping troubled people.

Other people, at least. She could already see changes in most of the others participating in this workshop. Strained faces had begun to relax, smiles had appeared to replace frowns or haunted anxiety. She had even seen a few of them out enjoying some of the activities The Lodge had to offer.

But not Diana. Oh, no. Diana was still having nightmares when she could sleep at all, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt relaxed, and none of the myriad sports or recreational facilities here held the least appeal for her. And despite Rafferty's undoubted genius and ability to teach, she didn't believe that her rudimentary artistic skills had improved either.

In fact, this whole thing was probably just one more waste of her time and her father's money.

Diana looked back at her painting and hesitated for a moment before picking up her brush and adding one small streak of scarlet near the lower left corner. That finished it, she decided. She had no idea what it was or what it was supposed to represent to her, but it was finished.

She began cleaning her brushes automatically, trying to concentrate on the task and not think.

But, of course, that was part of her problem, the short attention span, these scattered, random thoughts and ideas flitting constantly through her mind, usually so fast they left her confused and disoriented at least half the time. Like bits and pieces of overheard conversations, the words and phrases came and went almost continually.

No focus, that's what the doctors said. They were sure she didn't have attention deficit disorder, despite having been medicated for that at least twice in her life; no, all the doctors and all the tests had determined that despite "somewhat elevated" levels of electrical activity, her problem wasn't physical or chemical, wasn't something in her brain-but something in her mind.

So far, none of them had been able to suggest a successful way of figuring out what that something was. And just about every conceivable means had been tried. The traditional couch and shrink. Hypnosis. Conscious regression, since no one had been able to hypnotize her to attempt the unconscious variety. Group therapy. Massage therapy. Various other kinds of therapy, both traditional and New Age. Including, now, painting, under the tutelage of an honest-to-God artistic genius, in yet another attempt to tap in to her inner Diana and ask what the hell was wrong with her.

One of her current doctors had suggested she try this, and Diana could only wonder if he was getting kickbacks for every referral.

Her father had spared no expense in trying to help his troubled only child, openly afraid that she might, as so many others had done, escape into alcohol or drugs or, worse, give up and commit suicide.

But Diana had never been tempted by the chemical forgetfulness that could be found in "recreational" drugs. In fact, she disliked losing control, a trait that only exacerbated her problem; the harder she tried to concentrate and focus, the more scattered her thoughts became. And the failure to control them, of course, depressed and disturbed her further, though never to the point of contemplating suicide.

Diana was no quitter. Which was why she was here, trying yet another form of therapy.

"I'll see you all back here tomorrow," Rafferty told his class, smiling, not offering a collective "Good work" because he had instead offered that individually.

Diana removed her smock and hung it on the hook at the side of the easel, and prepared to follow the others out of the conservatory.

"Diana?"

She waited, a little surprised, as Rafferty approached her.

"Take this." He held out a sketchpad and small box of watercolor pencils.

She accepted them, but with a frown. "Why? Is this some kind of exercise?"

"It's a suggestion. Keep the pad close by, and when you start to feel upset or anxious or restless, try drawing. Don't think about it, don't try to control what you draw, just draw."

"But-"

"Just let go and draw."

"This is like the inkblots, right? You're going to look at my sketches and interpret them, go all Freudian and figure out what's wrong with me?"

"I won't even see them, unless you want to show them to me. No, Diana, the sketches are just for you. They may help . . . clarify things for you."

She wondered, not for the first time, just how much he really knew about her and her demons, but didn't ask. Instead, she merely nodded. It was something she hadn't tried, so why not? "Okay, fine.

See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Diana."

She left the conservatory, going out into the gardens more because she didn't want to return to her cottage than because the gardens were an enjoyment for her. They were pretty, she supposed. Gorgeous, really, from the various themed gardens already in bloom in mid-April to the striking greenhouse that held an amazing variety of orchids.

But Diana walked through most of the charming scenery indifferently. She followed a flagstone path because it was there, crossing the arched footbridge over the man-enhanced stream holding numerous colorful koi and ending up in the supposedly serene Zen Garden, with its manicured shrubs and trees and carefully placed rocks and sand and statuary.

She sat down on a stone bench beside a weeping willow tree, telling herself she wouldn't remain long because the afternoon was waning and it got chilly this time of year as the sun dipped below the mountains. And then there was the fog, which had an unsettling tendency to creep across this valley and settle over The Lodge and its gardens so that finding one's way along the paths resembled a trip through a damp and chilly maze.

Diana definitely wasn't in the mood for that. But she nevertheless sat there longer than she had planned, finally opening the box of watercolor pencils and absently selecting one. They were already sharpened.

She opened the sketchpad and tried the pencil out just as absently, making yet another attempt to ignore the jumbled thoughts crowding her mind and concentrate on only one. Why she was having so much trouble sleeping here. It had been an issue now and then in her life, but not recently, not until she had come to The Lodge.

Nightmares had always been a problem for her, though still not regular occurrences, but since coming to The Lodge they had gotten worse. More intense, more . . . terrifying. She'd wake in the dark hours before dawn, gasping in panic yet unable to remember what it was that had so frightened her.

It was less traumatic to stay awake. Just curl up in the window seat in her bedroom, an afghan protecting her against the chill of the glass, and stare out at the valley and the dark mountains that loomed above.

Looking for . . . something. Nothing.

Waiting.

Diana came back to herself with a little start, suddenly aware of her aching fingers. She was holding one of the pencils, and most of the others lay beside her on the bench, out of their box, their once-sharpened ends dulled now. She had the sense that time had passed, and didn't want to look at her watch to see just how much.

That was all she needed-the return of something that hadn't happened to her in months. Blackouts.

Warily, she turned her gaze to the sketchpad on her knees. And saw, to her astonishment, the face she had drawn.

Slightly shaggy hair a color between gold and brown surrounded a lean face with high cheekbones and vivid blue eyes. There was a jut of determination to his jaw, and humor played around the faintly smiling mouth.

He seemed to be looking right back at Diana, those keen eyes curiously . . . knowing.

Artistically, it was better work than she knew herself capable of, which gave her the creeped-out feeling that someone else had drawn this. And lending weight to that was her certain knowledge that she had never seen this man before in her life.

"Jesus," she murmured. "Maybe I really am crazy, after all."


"I keep trying to tell you, Quentin, there's been nothing new." Nate McDaniel shook his head. "Matter of fact, since that time a few years back when you and-what was his name? Bishop?-helped find that missing girl out at The Lodge, we haven't had any unsolved disappearances or accidents anywhere in the area, let alone murders. It's been downright peaceful around here."

"Don't sound so disappointed," Quentin advised dryly. "Peaceful is a good thing." But his long fingers drummed restlessly on the edge of the desk, a gesture McDaniel took due note of. Not the most patient of men, was Quentin-which made it all the more interesting that he kept returning here in patient pursuit of answers.

McDaniel sighed. "Look, we both know that cold cases rarely get hot just because somebody sifts through all the paperwork one more time. And God knows you've sifted through it all enough times to be sure of that. The truth is, unless some new fact or bit of information comes to light, chances are that case stays cold. And after twenty-five years, what's likely to turn up now?"

"I don't know. But something has to."

Not without sympathy, McDaniel said, "Maybe it's time to let it go, Quentin."

"No. No, I'm not ready to do that."

"But you are ready to waste another vacation sitting in the conference room with dusty files and crime-scene photographs, and drinking lousy coffee for hours on end."

Quentin frowned. "As you say, that's hardly gotten me anywhere in years of trying."

"So try something else," McDaniel suggested. "I know you always stay here in town; why not get a room or cottage out at The Lodge this time?" He watched the play of emotions across the other man's expressive face, and added quietly, "I can guess why you've avoided that, but maybe it's time you hunted those ghosts where they're more likely to be."

"I hope you don't mean ghosts literally," Quentin muttered.

McDaniel hesitated, then said, "You'd know more about that than I would."

Quentin looked at him, brows raised.

"Oh, come on, Quentin. The SCU's been gaining quite a reputation in law enforcement circles, you know that. I'm not saying I buy everything I've heard, but it's clear you guys deal with stuff that's more than a little bit out of the ordinary. Hell, I always wondered how you and Bishop found that little girl, as if you went straight to her. I've followed a few hunches myself over the years, but they were never as accurate as yours clearly were that day."

"We got lucky."

"You had a damned sight more than luck on your side that day, and don't try to deny it."

"Maybe," Quentin admitted finally. "But whatever we had, whatever I have, it doesn't open a window into the past. And I'm no medium."

"That's somebody who talks to the dead, right?" McDaniel strove to keep the disbelief out of his voice but, judging by the other man's wry smile, failed.

"Yeah, a medium communicates with the dead. But, like I said, I'm not a medium."

Then what are you? But McDaniel stopped short of asking that question, uncomfortably aware of how it would sound. Instead, he said, "Maybe there aren't any ghosts at all out at The Lodge. I mean, there's been talk over the years that the place is haunted, but what old building doesn't have those sorts of stories around it? Anyway, what happened, happened out there."

"Twenty-five years ago. How many times has the place been remodeled or redecorated since then? How many people have come and gone? Christ, there aren't more than a handful of employees who were there, and I've talked to them all.&

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  • Posted December 14, 2010

    Highly recommend

    Of all of Kay Hooper's Bishop -Special Crimes books, this is my all time favorite. I've read at least 10 times. Story line is original, characters are great, and the book ends cleanly, and wraps everything up great. Really enjoy this one!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 15, 2012

    Very good book. Read it in 2-3 days - didn't want to put it dow

    Very good book. Read it in 2-3 days - didn't want to put it down. I can't wait to purchase another book by this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2009

    Kay Hooper does it again!

    Kay Hooper is amazing. The whole Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Series is fantastic and Chill of Fear is no exception. The story keeps you guessing until the end!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2013

    Good solid story

    Took my time. ... good book

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    A very interesting read

    The whole series is a very interesting take on head hunters. While occasionally I felt the books went a little overboard, the stories were well thought out and kept my interest all the way through book 12. I will wait until the next trilogy is complete before continuing on. But I will definitely continue on.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Violetkit

    Her soul is lifted to starclan as she whispers. I will return.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Scarpaw

    Im locked out o result 1 and 2

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Shadowscar

    What happened?!?! "I forgot the name of the camp and i couldnt find it. Sorry"

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2012

    Icepaw

    *Makes a bed of sticks.puts roseblood on it.carries it to camp and starts to sing*im so happy heres the reoson why.......jesus took my burdens all away

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Scarletclaw

    Violetkit died.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    Shadowstar-bramble bush

    Inside a bramble bush a rabbit is hiding. If there were at least two cats in a hunting patrol one could scare the rabbit away while the other hides a couple tail-lenghs away...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2012

    Ok

    Not bad worth reading but not strongest of bishop series

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  • Posted July 19, 2011

    A Favorite Author

    I've been a fan of Kay Hooper's writing since I picked up her first book many years ago. Chill of Fear has a little less action than some of her others but, for me, it was just as good. The story centers around Diana, a woman coming to terms with her ability as a medium. There's mystery, an emerging romance and, of course, the paranormal world of ghosts and extrasensory abilities.

    This is part of the ongoing Bishop/Special Crimes Unit series, though it is also broken down into the separate 'Fear' series using specific characters. Chill of Fear could be read as a stand-alone, though I would suggest reading Hunting Fear, the first in this particular subseries.

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  • Posted March 29, 2011

    How Great This Was!!!

    The ending will blow you away!! I can never figure out her endings NEVER! I've read 11 of the 12 books and have loved them all!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2007

    i loved this book it keeped me guessing

    it keeped reading all night i loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2007

    Very disappointing & waste of time and money

    This is the first book I bought of this author and I very much regret for having bought it. There is hardly any substance in this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2006

    A Dissapointing and Boring Read

    Ok, I read the reviews here and I thought I might really enjoy something written by this author. I had never read a book written by Kay Hooper so I brought this home and was excited to try something new. I was so dissapointed in this book. I had to force myself to finish it. It was hard to keep going back to it but sometimes a book can start off kind of slow and it get's more interesting the more you read so I kept giving it the benefit of the doubt. That was not the case with this book. I thought her writing style was unimaginative to say the least, and the end of the book left me feeling like there had to be more. The author tries to create such a big build up to the story, she tries to create all this mystery and intrigue but there really isn't any of either. This book may be more interesting for a teenager or young adult, but I'm afraid I wasted my time and money. It was a complete bore. I won't be reading any more Kay Hooper books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2006

    Always enjoyable

    This was as interesting as her others in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2006

    Couldn't Put It Down!

    I bought this book on Friday night and was finished with it on Sunday evening! This book was great. I love the mix of mystery and paranormal. Hooper writes very fast paced, but keeps everything organized so you never feel like you are lost.

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