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Blind Fear: A Thriller (The Finn Thrillers)
Haunted by the death of his best friend and hunted by the FBI for war crimes he didn't commit, Finn lands on an island paradise that turns into his own personal hell in this gripping follow-up to Steel Fear and Cold Fear-from the New York Times bestselling writing team Webb & Mann . . .
"Webb & Mann have done it again. Blind Fear has it all: great characters, an amazing plot, and an incredible setting. This novel moves like a hurricane!"-Connor Sullivan, author of Wolf Trap
By day, AWOL Navy SEAL Finn is hiding out on Vieques, a tiny island paradise off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico, living in a spare room behind a seafood restaurant owned by a blind local. By night he scours the dark web, hunting for the rogue officer responsible for the crimes he is accused of committing.
But Finn's world is about to be turned upside down by a new nightmare, when his employer's two grandchildren go missing. To find them, he'll have to infiltrate the island's dangerous criminal underbelly and expose a shadowy crime network known as La Empresa-even if it means exposing himself in the process.
As the children go on their own harrowing odyssey to stay one step ahead of a cop-turned-killer, a hurricane batters the coastline, cutting Puerto Rico off from the rest of the world. Taking his pursuit to the sea, Finn's skills and endurance will be tested to their limits to rescue the lost children and escape his own pursuers before the clock runs out. No one is to be trusted. And those who are seemingly his friends might be the most dangerous foes he's faced yet.
"Webb & Mann have done it again. Blind Fear has it all: great characters, an amazing plot, and an incredible setting. This novel moves like a hurricane!"-Connor Sullivan, author of Wolf Trap
By day, AWOL Navy SEAL Finn is hiding out on Vieques, a tiny island paradise off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico, living in a spare room behind a seafood restaurant owned by a blind local. By night he scours the dark web, hunting for the rogue officer responsible for the crimes he is accused of committing.
But Finn's world is about to be turned upside down by a new nightmare, when his employer's two grandchildren go missing. To find them, he'll have to infiltrate the island's dangerous criminal underbelly and expose a shadowy crime network known as La Empresa-even if it means exposing himself in the process.
As the children go on their own harrowing odyssey to stay one step ahead of a cop-turned-killer, a hurricane batters the coastline, cutting Puerto Rico off from the rest of the world. Taking his pursuit to the sea, Finn's skills and endurance will be tested to their limits to rescue the lost children and escape his own pursuers before the clock runs out. No one is to be trusted. And those who are seemingly his friends might be the most dangerous foes he's faced yet.
Editorial Reviews
"Webb & Mann have done it again. Blind Fear has it all: great characters, an amazing plot, and an incredible setting. This novel moves like a hurricane!"-Connor Sullivan, acclaimed author of Wolf Trap
"Blind Fear takes off at a breakneck pace and never lets up-you won't be able to turn the pages fast enough!"-Lisa Black, New York Times bestselling author of the Locard Institute series
Praise for previous books in the Finn X series
"Sensationally good-an instant classic, maybe an instant legend."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child
"An absolutely amazing thriller! Exciting, action-packed, and twisty from stem to stern."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Brad Thor
"Deadly good, a five-star scorcher from first page to last. The enigmatic and mysterious Finn is the next big thriller superstar."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Robert Crais
"An edge-of-your-seat thriller with an original and engaging premise . . . Like speeding down a slalom course, once you get going there's no stopping. This one is not to be missed."-New York Times bestselling author Steve Berry
"Like Lee Child in his Jack Reacher novels, the authors can do more than power a pulse-racing narrative. . . . For readers who can't resist a bureaucracy-battling action hero, there's a new kid on the block."-Booklist (starred review)
"A blockbuster . . . hands down, one of the best crime novels of the year."-Jeffery Deaver, New York Times bestselling author of Hunting Time
"Blind Fear takes off at a breakneck pace and never lets up-you won't be able to turn the pages fast enough!"-Lisa Black, New York Times bestselling author of the Locard Institute series
Praise for previous books in the Finn X series
"Sensationally good-an instant classic, maybe an instant legend."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child
"An absolutely amazing thriller! Exciting, action-packed, and twisty from stem to stern."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Brad Thor
"Deadly good, a five-star scorcher from first page to last. The enigmatic and mysterious Finn is the next big thriller superstar."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Robert Crais
"An edge-of-your-seat thriller with an original and engaging premise . . . Like speeding down a slalom course, once you get going there's no stopping. This one is not to be missed."-New York Times bestselling author Steve Berry
"Like Lee Child in his Jack Reacher novels, the authors can do more than power a pulse-racing narrative. . . . For readers who can't resist a bureaucracy-battling action hero, there's a new kid on the block."-Booklist (starred review)
"A blockbuster . . . hands down, one of the best crime novels of the year."-Jeffery Deaver, New York Times bestselling author of Hunting Time
Readers Top Reviews
Annette Johnson
This was another good book in this series. It’s full of action and intrigue. There was a few surprises along the way too. Looking forward to the next one Thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for the early copy
Short Excerpt Teaser
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Nico Santiago had a dream. He envisioned a thriving, dazzling Puerto Rico, envy of the States, jewel of the Caribbean, a transformation people would be talking about a hundred years from now, a metamorphosis that all started with his beloved city-San Juan, pride of the commonwealth.
Why not? Look what they'd done with New York City in the nineties. Clean up the street crime, purge the corruption. Lance the boil! Drain the infection!
Which meant taking down the Devil.
Yes, Nico was only one guy, a lowly homicide cop. But hey, every revolution started with some nobody who cared enough to act, right?
Which was why, at that moment, he was jumping over two toppled trash bins in the middle of the night, slipping on the grease-covered garbage that spilled over the cobblestones, and falling on his ass in an alley in La Perla, the sketchiest neighborhood in the city.
"¡Mierda!"
Nico swore under his breath as he scrabbled to his feet and kept running. Down a set of crumbling cement steps, across a narrow cobblestone street, hopping a chain-link fence, he ran on, straining to catch any scraps of sound beyond the slow pounding of the surf below and his own ragged breath.
There! A scuffle of footsteps, dead ahead.
Ha. The puta was heading for the shoreline-as if the rocks and seawater could save him! Just like he'd thought he could shake Nico in the first place by trying to disappear down here into the city's coastal underbelly.
La Perla: America's oldest shantytown. A shunned strip, third of a mile long, jammed outside the city walls down on the rocky Atlantic shore. Built over the ruins of a slaughterhouse, abutting the city's graveyard, original home of the homeless, the slaves, the non-white servants. La Perla was everything Nico loved and hated about his homeland. The uncrushable spirit of its people. The legacy of oppression, poverty, and crime.
The place where they shot "Despacito," the greatest music video ever made.
The one place in the city where, if you got into trouble at night, the police wouldn't come for you.
But I'm coming for you now, puta. And you are in one shit-pile of trouble, aren't you?
He heard the man's feet hit the cement boardwalk and go bolting off to the east. Nico followed, sprinting full-out . . . three hundred feet . . . five hundred feet . . .
He should have called his partner, shouldn't be out here on his own, shouldn't have been stalking this pendejo by himself. His superior officers had nixed the stakeout, nixed the whole investigation, in fact. Too hot, they said. Not worth the risk.
But it was worth the risk. Nico knew this in his gut. Nail this one guy and he could crack open the whole pineapple. Unmask the Devil himself and end this horrific reign of terror. He wouldn't risk his partner's badge, but he was fine with risking his own. So he'd laid the trap all by himself-and he'd caught a rat.
A thousand feet . . .
Only he'd gotten just a shave too close and spooked the mamabicha.
At the end of the strip, where it landed at the foot of the old stone castle that marked La Perla's eastern terminus, his quarry took a hard right, darting back into the tangle of shacks, a rabbit making a desperate dash for safety in the heart of his warren.
Nico didn't bother shouting Stop! or Police! or You're under arrest! Didn't waste his breath. Just took off after him.
And then everything went silent.
He skidded to a halt at the mouth of another narrow alleyway. Heard no fleeing footsteps, no scrambling over cobblestones. Only a dog barking and the distant curses of locals rousted from a hungover sleep.
The fine hairs on Nico's arms stood at attention.
He had to assume the man had a gun.
These days it seemed like everyone in Puerto Rico had a gun.
He couldn't see far enough into the alley to locate the man, was pretty sure the man couldn't see him, either. But they were both there, still and silent, each trying to get the drop on the other.
There was no nearby exit up through the city wall. The man was cornered.
But so, for all practical purposes, was Nico.
Suddenly Nico felt an irrational chill shiver through him.
Behind him, far above in the dark, stood an old castle guard sentry-box. According to superstition, every guard who entered there would mysteri...
Nico Santiago had a dream. He envisioned a thriving, dazzling Puerto Rico, envy of the States, jewel of the Caribbean, a transformation people would be talking about a hundred years from now, a metamorphosis that all started with his beloved city-San Juan, pride of the commonwealth.
Why not? Look what they'd done with New York City in the nineties. Clean up the street crime, purge the corruption. Lance the boil! Drain the infection!
Which meant taking down the Devil.
Yes, Nico was only one guy, a lowly homicide cop. But hey, every revolution started with some nobody who cared enough to act, right?
Which was why, at that moment, he was jumping over two toppled trash bins in the middle of the night, slipping on the grease-covered garbage that spilled over the cobblestones, and falling on his ass in an alley in La Perla, the sketchiest neighborhood in the city.
"¡Mierda!"
Nico swore under his breath as he scrabbled to his feet and kept running. Down a set of crumbling cement steps, across a narrow cobblestone street, hopping a chain-link fence, he ran on, straining to catch any scraps of sound beyond the slow pounding of the surf below and his own ragged breath.
There! A scuffle of footsteps, dead ahead.
Ha. The puta was heading for the shoreline-as if the rocks and seawater could save him! Just like he'd thought he could shake Nico in the first place by trying to disappear down here into the city's coastal underbelly.
La Perla: America's oldest shantytown. A shunned strip, third of a mile long, jammed outside the city walls down on the rocky Atlantic shore. Built over the ruins of a slaughterhouse, abutting the city's graveyard, original home of the homeless, the slaves, the non-white servants. La Perla was everything Nico loved and hated about his homeland. The uncrushable spirit of its people. The legacy of oppression, poverty, and crime.
The place where they shot "Despacito," the greatest music video ever made.
The one place in the city where, if you got into trouble at night, the police wouldn't come for you.
But I'm coming for you now, puta. And you are in one shit-pile of trouble, aren't you?
He heard the man's feet hit the cement boardwalk and go bolting off to the east. Nico followed, sprinting full-out . . . three hundred feet . . . five hundred feet . . .
He should have called his partner, shouldn't be out here on his own, shouldn't have been stalking this pendejo by himself. His superior officers had nixed the stakeout, nixed the whole investigation, in fact. Too hot, they said. Not worth the risk.
But it was worth the risk. Nico knew this in his gut. Nail this one guy and he could crack open the whole pineapple. Unmask the Devil himself and end this horrific reign of terror. He wouldn't risk his partner's badge, but he was fine with risking his own. So he'd laid the trap all by himself-and he'd caught a rat.
A thousand feet . . .
Only he'd gotten just a shave too close and spooked the mamabicha.
At the end of the strip, where it landed at the foot of the old stone castle that marked La Perla's eastern terminus, his quarry took a hard right, darting back into the tangle of shacks, a rabbit making a desperate dash for safety in the heart of his warren.
Nico didn't bother shouting Stop! or Police! or You're under arrest! Didn't waste his breath. Just took off after him.
And then everything went silent.
He skidded to a halt at the mouth of another narrow alleyway. Heard no fleeing footsteps, no scrambling over cobblestones. Only a dog barking and the distant curses of locals rousted from a hungover sleep.
The fine hairs on Nico's arms stood at attention.
He had to assume the man had a gun.
These days it seemed like everyone in Puerto Rico had a gun.
He couldn't see far enough into the alley to locate the man, was pretty sure the man couldn't see him, either. But they were both there, still and silent, each trying to get the drop on the other.
There was no nearby exit up through the city wall. The man was cornered.
But so, for all practical purposes, was Nico.
Suddenly Nico felt an irrational chill shiver through him.
Behind him, far above in the dark, stood an old castle guard sentry-box. According to superstition, every guard who entered there would mysteri...
