DAYBREAK: a gripping thriller full of suspense (Titan Trilogy Book 3)
The stunning conclusion to the Titan Trilogy
"This is an edge-of-your-seat end to a terrific trilogy. Can Brendan finally get justice for his wife and daughter? The journey is so convincing, exciting, and gripping that it may just change the way you see the world." Ann Abrams
Find out the truth in this intense conclusion to the best-selling thriller series. Will former Detective Brendan Healy survive, and can Agent Jennifer Aiken finally expose the conspiracy which is exploiting young women and goes to the heart of government?
Perfect for fans of Stieg Larsson, Jo Nesbo, or Dennis Lehane novels.
THE TITAN TRILOGY
Book 1: HABIT
Over 200 five-star reviews
The body of a young woman is found in a remote farmhouse. Her death exposes a web of dark secrets . . .
Book 2: SURVIVORS
The phone rings. One of Brendan Healy’s oldest and best friends is dead. Healy must return home to Hawthorne to found out why. Meanwhile, Agent Jennifer Aiken is investigating the same dark conspiracy involving politicians, prostitution, and black markets.
Book 3: DAYBREAK
The stunning conclusion to this absorbing crime thriller trilogy.
PRAISE FOR HABIT
"Habit explodes with gun battles, conspiracies, relapses and detours into the seedy world of internet porn...a hard-boiled mystery with a modern twist." - Margot Harrison, Seven Days
PRAISE FOR SURVIVORS
"T.J. Brearton has created interesting characters, including good villains, a convoluted plot and a thoughtful foundation. This is a fun read ... The conspiracy Brearton has created is reminiscent of some David Baldacci thrillers ... bad people are everywhere and in control, and that only a few - but enough to provide some hope - are fighting to save the little nobility and truth that hasn't been bought yet ... Some of the back story was provided in the first book of the trilogy, but Brearton is adept at bringing the reader up to speed on the connections among the various characters." - Jerry McGovern, The Adirondack Daily Enterprise
windows dark and apparently empty. He rounded the corner back onto Thompson Street to retrieve the Cutlass, reflecting on his tour of the Meet-Me-Room. It had gone perfectly. He had to repeat the procedure for One-eleven Eighth Avenue and then the first phase would be complete. He thought of Riggins and all his jangling keys. It made him think of guards like Randy, and corrections officers in a jail. CHAPTER NINE / WEDNESDAY, 3:50 PM Brendan leaned back in his seat. He had to lift both
not yet closed, and another killer must be brought to justice. BOOK 2: SURVIVORS http://www.amazon.co.uk/SURVIVORS-crime-thriller-books-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LF4U578/ http://www.amazon.com/SURVIVORS-crime-thriller-books-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LF4U578/ The Rebecca Heilshorn case has drawn the attention of the Justice Department, and Agent Jennifer Aiken is going after XList, the escort service. When Brendan, having left the police force, learns about the death of an old friend, he comes
months of convalescing and physical therapy followed by a month of preparation and then two months in courtrooms and in offices with walls of glass overlooking the city. It was uncomfortable, at times, being that high up, and she wondered if she’d be forever scared of heights. Back in the offices of the Justice Department — which smelled perpetually of new carpet, ink toner and perfume, washing her in nostalgia — Jennifer had prepared her presentation. She felt like she’d had to rebuild the
company fund domestic terrorism?” He let go of her wrist and sat back. “We’re not sure. It’s complicated. The point is, let’s get to the bottom of it before something bad happens.” She held his gaze for a moment, then took her hand away from the door handle. “First of all,” she said, “we’re not a counter-terrorism group. So you’re obviously leaning hard towards something already, and that’s why you’re here. We’re not spit-balling for old time’s sake; you want to recruit me for some dirty work.
his breathing, to calm down — drawing stares. Waiting. Waiting for the station to contact the driver and for the conductor to come into the car with a worried look on his face as he approached cautiously thinking I don’t get paid enough for this shit and tell Brendan he had to get off at the next stop. Or maybe no conductor at all, just no one coming anywhere near him, instructed to stay put, to steer clear of him, to not raise any alarm, stop the train at the next station and that’s where they’d