Paradise Induction Chapter 5 – Extract 15
Chris smirked and caught three islanders he recognised, staring at him from another side of the bar. One was a tall, bald-headed man with a stud earing, black T-shirt, and blue jeans. His face was fierce. Chris recalled his name was Rich. People called him the local know-it-all man. Others said he was the crime-kingpin of the beach and that his friendly attitude toward the tourists was his cover. His regular drinking partner—who was just as tall as him—was called Raid.
Chris remembered meeting Raid in the one of the local nightspots in the centre of Town called The Fortress of Solitude. Raid’s response to Chris when he’d introduced his identity as the nephew of Vernon Stern, was the first time he felt threatened about being related to the Pharisee Islands’ Police Commissioner.
“You’re the Commissioner’s nephew?” Raid had said, towering above him. “The Commissioner’s a wicked man.”
Raid was a six-foot four, lanky guy and his face drooped as if he was always tired. His yellowing eyes proclaimed that he had no cares in the world. He wore a hat that somehow maintained his huge dreadlocks neatly inside.
Then there was their other partner, Lucian. He was shorter than the other two, with thin arms, and thin legs. He was a man whose large head and mouth were only surpassed by his immense, protruding belly that he could easily use to rest a drink on. He would often scream, “Waaaaaa,” when something surprised him. He always looked like he’d been sleeping in a barn, wearing T-shirts and shorts that appeared dishevelled around the edges.