Chapter 3 – Extract 10 from The Paradise Induction!
He sounded like he was reading the job advertisement.
“Sorry, who’s the guy running the paper?” Chris asked.
“Jacob Cain. Did you meet him before?”
“No. I don’t think I did. What’s he like?”
“He’s a good guy. He’s my cousin. Good guy, good guy.”
“Okay. Great. Well, uh, I suppose I’ll see you in a bit.”
Chris put the phone down and smiled.
Only a few minutes into arriving in paradise and things were looking extremely good.
He squinted and stopped smiling. His head went cold and his entire face tensed. Jacob Cain. Jacob Cain, he replayed in his mind. The name was ringing fire alarm bells in Chris’ head and his stomach plummeted. He repeated the name in his mind again, feeling like a rabbit sniffing after a carrot gently placed in an open bear trap.
Jacob Cain. Jacob Cain.
There was something very wrong with this situation.
Chris couldn’t remember what it was about the name. He stared at the dining room wall.
This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. Jacob Cain, who is he?