Killing Fear (Prison Break Trilogy Series #1)

Killing Fear (Prison Break Trilogy Series #1)

by Allison Brennan

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ISBN-13: 9780345502711
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/29/2008
Series: Prison Break Trilogy Series , #1
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 423,574
Product dimensions: 4.15(w) x 6.85(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Allison Brennan is the author of The Prey, The Hunt, The Kill, Speak No Evil, See No Evil, and Fear No Evil. For thirteen years she worked as a consultant in the California State Legislature before leaving to devote herself fully to her family and writing. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Mystery Writers of America, and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Northern California with her husband, Dan, and their five children.

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Present day

Dear Robin:

I think of you every day, dream of you every night. So clear are my visions of your perfect naked body dancing just for me that when I wake each morning I see you at the foot of my bed in this godforsaken prison you sent me to.

I will come for you, but you won’t know the day or the hour. I long for the wonderful moment when I watch your face next to mine, the truth in your eyes as you surrender to me.

Theodore folded the letter and stuffed it back down his pants as he leaned against the fence of San Quentin’s East Block exercise yard. Exercise? Most of the men stood in groups talking or arguing or hiding an illegal smoke, easier in the cold when smoke could be mistaken for breath.

Defeated. That was the expression on most faces. Fated to spend the rest of their miserable lives in a crumbling, foul-smelling prison. Urine, fungi, and the stench Theodore could only describe as “wet dog”—but worse—permeated the interior. But here, in the pathetically small exercise yard, he tasted salt in the air, heard seagulls call, and remembered freedom.

Freedom that had been stolen from him by a stripper whore and the cop she was screwing.

The fog hung like a wet blanket over the exercise yard. Depressing and unnatural—Theodore despised the entire area. He missed the sun of San Diego, its warm beaches and hot days.

His appeal was only two months away, and he wouldn’t be returning to prison no matter what happened in court.

He pulled out the letter to Robin and tore it into tiny pieces. Fucking lying bitch, you will pay for what you did to me!

As Theodore watched the paper float to the ground, the earth began to shake violently, back and forth. It threw him to the ground. What he would remember most about those thirty-two seconds was the overwhelming sound. He’d never realized an earthquake could be so loud.

It wasn’t just the quake that caused the ear-splitting noise, but the collapse of the twenty-foot-high concrete wall separating the condemned inmates from the San Francisco Bay.

There were six guards posted on the catwalk outside the East Block wall, with .223 caliber mini rifles trained on the yard. But if Glenn couldn’t stay upright, they certainly wouldn’t be able to. He was banking on it.

Dust hung heavy in the air, burning his lungs, but Theodore Glenn jumped up and got moving. He’d felt more than seen the collapse of the concrete walls. Right in the middle they’d tumbled down, the weight of the crumbling rock yanking more of the wall to the ground, including at least one of the guards.

He ignored the sirens vibrating through the complex. Freedom was only a dozen yards away—over the concrete rubble. Theodore couldn’t see the guard tower outside the fence. Had that collapsed as well? He could hope. If not, he would hope that enough of the condemned ran and he would not be shot.

Barely heard over the squeal of the alarms, there was erratic gunfire. Shouts from the catwalk caught Theodore’s attention. He looked up, barely able to see the guard at the far south of the walk. The man was limping, but functional. Where were the others? Had they fallen to the other side? Twenty feet probably wouldn’t kill them, but they’d likely be immobile.

Theodore carefully started up the slope that had been the wall. Razor wire, embedded in the destroyed wall, was now everywhere. While his sturdy shoes protected his feet, he couldn’t use his hands for fear of slicing them. If he made it over the debris, he didn’t want open cuts because there was only one way out:

The San Francisco Bay.

He sensed other inmates following him, and two were ahead. He saw the crooked arm of a guard, his green uniform covered in dust. Trapped by the concrete when it fell. Dead? Very likely. Theodore scanned the area for a rifle as he continued moving forward, up the concrete mountain. The weapon must be buried with the dead guard.

A voice from the far side of the catwalk ordered Theodore to stop. He didn’t hesitate, but continued climbing the collapsed wall. He spied another guard near the top of the rubble, this one not dead but injured, blood pouring from a head wound. He kept shaking his head as if to clear it, but held fast to his rifle, which swung erratically to and fro. It didn’t look like the guard could see much of anything, blood covering one eye. His expression was panicked. Fearful.

Theodore realized then that the guard who had ordered him to stop was trapped on the far side of the catwalk, which had partially collapsed, pulled down by the weight of the falling wall. Where were the other guards? The air was thick with dust and fog, Theodore wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

“Stop!” the guard called again, but he was aiming his gun behind Theodore. How many were following him? Why wasn’t the guard shooting? Afraid to hit a fallen officer?

Over the loudspeaker, a voice commanded, “Down! Lay facedown, hands behind your head or you will be shot.”

Theodore ignored the warning. A guard was pursuing him, but the yard guards had nonfatal rubber bullets. Behind him were shouts and screams.

Reaching the wounded guard, without hesitation Theodore ripped the rifle from his shaking hands. The bastard should have shot first, he thought with a tight grin. With the stock of the rifle, Theodore hit the fallen guard twice—wham! wham!—on the head.

He collapsed, unconscious and more likely dead. Gun in hand, Theodore rolled down the far side of the wall.

“You bastard! You didn’t need to kill him!”

Theodore turned to fire the rifle, thinking it was a pursuing guard. Instead, he saw convict Thomas O’Brien, another condemned man recently transferred from North Seg, the country club of death row. O’Brien rolled down behind him, cutting his hand on razor wire.

Theodore aimed the rifle at the traitorous prisoner. He’d had a suspicion about O’Brien ever since he walked into East Block last week.

A bullet whizzed past Theodore. He wished he’d had time to retrieve the guard’s sidearm, but it was buried along with the dead guard’s legs. Instead of killing his fellow prisoner, Theodore turned and returned fire. Enough to give him cover.

The earth rolled beneath him. Aftershock.

He didn’t fall, but O’Brien did. The guard pursuing them also stumbled.

Gunfire echoed around him and he zigzagged through the short open space. He spared a glance toward where the main guard tower should be.

It wasn’t there.

Sirens, shouts, gunfire sounded all around. Theodore ran. The two convicts in front of him jumped into the bay. He followed.

He swam northeast, away from San Francisco and the violence of the bay; toward the Richmond–San Rafael Bridge. If he could reach the bridge, he’d have a better chance of escaping.

The cold water burned his hands. He realized he had cuts all over them, small nicks that the saltwater turned to searing pain.

He slung the gun over his shoulder. It would be worthless in the water, but he could dry it out, use it again, if he was lucky.

He swam. Heard splashes behind him, others following suit. His active, rigorous lifestyle before prison had given him physical strength, which he’d maintained over the last seven years. If anyone could survive the San Francisco Bay, it was him. He was certain of it.

The more convicts on the run, the greater chance he had to escape. They would be slower than him. Already he had passed the two convicts who’d jumped ahead of him.

The water froze and burned, it was early February, light was fading, all he needed was the cover of dark and stamina, and he would be free. He’d been waiting for this opportunity, the first chance to be free. To think he’d wasted the last seven years on appeals when all he’d had to do was relax and wait for an act of God!

He almost laughed. Instead, he gritted his teeth against the pain and cold of the San Francisco Bay, found his rhythm, and swam hard through the choppy water.

Adrenaline surged through his blood, triggering every cell in his body. He’d never felt so alive.

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Killing Fear (Prison Break Trilogy Series #1) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 41 reviews.
Mystery-Lover37 More than 1 year ago
Loved the drama and suspense...definite page turner!
Jenrae More than 1 year ago
Hard to put down. Fast paced, edge of your seat book. Killing Fear was incredible if you love a good thriller with a hint of romance. Allison Brennan gives her readers a well written, chilling, hard to put down story. The characters were likable and the story was believable. The villain was scary enough to make you not want to read at night. Will and Robin were great together.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was an excellent beach read. Will and Robin needed to sit down and talk from page one, but other than that, the plot line was exciting. I enjoy all her books and this one was especially good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I look forward to reading more of this author's exciting and intensifying thrillers. This book held my attention from start to end. Try the book and if you truly are a mystery/thriller person, you will enjoy this one.
Bumpersmom on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Book #1 in the Prison Break series by this author. I received an advance copy of book #3 as part of the Early Reviewers Group, and couldn't read that until I read books #1 and 2.As the start of a new series, there isn't much that is new here, but the author does tell her story well. The characters don't make much sense yet, they have a long history and are thrown back together when an earthquake allows a convicted murderer to escape from prison. Attempts to recapture him and the subsequent crimes he commits give the action part of the book lots of energy, but I haven't figured out the back story yet, nor do I see how this will evolve into a series. The book is well written and the pace is good, the writer keeps you turning the pages as each new development emerges. On to Book #2, Tempting Evil........
adeptmagic on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Totally unbelievable romance--there's no explanation of what the attraction between these two is. And the serial killer stuff is the same thing you've read in dozens of places. It's not that this book is badly written, because Brennan's a competent writer and keeps the action moving right along, but there's not much here.
BlondeBibliophile on LibraryThing 2 days ago
This is not a genre that I frequently read. I find books of this nature to be morbid and disturbing. If I want to learn about psychos butchering other people; I will watch the evening news. But, anyway¿¿.I won the third book in the series from the Early Reviewer program. I purchased book one and two to read before I read my free copy. (I am physically incapable of reading a series out of order). JThis was a pretty good read. Interesting. It felt a little¿.long-winded. There was A LOT of other characters to keep up with. It was not confusing, but the narration jumped between quite a few different people and it grew tiresome keeping track of them. This was the first novel that I have read by this author, and I developed a sneaking suspicion that the reason for the excess in characters was due to the fact that they were main characters from her other books. I did some research¿.and, yep¿..they were. One of the good things about this series (and I believe her other series as well) is it appears they do not have to be read in order. While some characters from other books will make an appearance, the main characters differ in the subsequent novels. Since this is not my normal choice of reading material, I MAY skip over the second novel for now. (Even though that is difficult for me).The most interesting character in the book is actually a very minor side character named Nico. I would certainly like to see a novel devoted to him alone.
callmejacx on LibraryThing 2 days ago
Theodore Glen always gets what he wants. He wanted Robin McKenna, when she was a stripper, but she does not trust him and tries to warn the girls that works with her to be careful. Her feeling were right when the girls that dated Theodore are found murdered.Theodore went to prison for multiple murders. He escapes when an earthquake crumbles the prison. He wants Robin McKenna in the worst way. He will torture her for not wanting him. Seven years ago, Detective Will Hooper started having feelings for Robin, but after questioning her about her relationship with Theodore their own relationship drastically grew apart. Will Hooper is back on the case. Theodore is smart and enjoys playing the game. Will and Robin become the next targets for Theodore. The story is fast paced and interesting. I kept on wanting to know what was going to happen next. There are parts of the book that are gruesome but not that gruesome that I was turned off the book. All in all, it was a good book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'd read this book repeatedly. From the first few pages I was hooked!!
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Ok. Whats the evil tjen
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Shadowstar whitepaw can turn to white fire...and i got another prophecy"THE HEART OF ICE WHITE FIRE AND THE PELT THAT CARRIES A RED SCAR WILL RISE UP TOGETHER AND SAVE THE CLANS AGAINST THE EVIL THAT IS RISING."and i think it means me whitepaw and scarpaw.and i think they deseve their warrior names.
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Underneath sunny rocks, there is a little cave. The cave is made by sunny rocks resting against another rock. The entrance is covered in moss. Inside is cool, and the floor is covered in soft grass. This is where the leader of Fearclan sleep.
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