Hope can be a dangerous thing.
After a family vacation takes a deadly turn, optimistic gambler Dan Pearson faces the possibility of life without parole. Desperate to return to his young daughter as soon as he can, Dan chooses instead to go to PRISM, a new, privately-owned, isolated prison run by its inmates. PRISM allows prisoners to form their own community, manage their own schedules, and most importantly – control each other’s freedom.
Now, Dan must figure out which of PRISM’s forty-eight inmates has the power to free him and convince them to grant his liberty. But the convicts soon prove to be as dangerous and deceptive as the compound itself.
Who can he trust? Why have only a few people made it out so far? And why do his fellow prisoners keep turning up dead?
Ian Prewitt watched this evening’s lonely drifters from his perch on a sticky bus stop bench. A middle-aged woman with frazzled hair and red lipstick, dressed in a woolen parka and high heels, scrolled on her phone across the street. Ten feet from her, a stout young man wearing a black beanie and a few days of stubble pulled a cigarette from his mouth, exhaling a cloud of smoke. Caught up in their own worlds, they wouldn’t even notice if either one of them suddenly vanished into the night air.
Hurried footsteps approached from Ian’s left. A young woman with curly brown hair and wide eyes strode toward him, clutching her purse in one hand and keys jutting out between her fingers in the other. She breathed quickly, casting a glance behind her shoulder. Ian traced her gaze over the grimy city sidewalks to the source of her distress: a large bearded man in a baseball cap, following her in the shadows.
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