Chapter 4
The phone sprang to life early the next morning. Jacob fumbled for it on his nightstand, eager to shut the damn thing up.
“Hello?” he rasped.
“You got that money yet?”
Jacob shot up in bed, fully awake. “Who is this?”
“You don’t need to know that. Get the money. You have until middle of December to gather twenty-five thousand or I go to the authorities. I’ll call you with instructions.”
“I don’t have that kind of money. Please don’t do this.”
“You can raise it.”
“No, I can’t. Why are you doing this?”
The caller hung up.
Jacob pulled his blanket around his shoulders and fell onto his pillow. What the hell was going to happen now? He couldn’t raise that kind of money. He could barely keep the minimum balance in his checking account.
His alarm sounded and he hit the OFF b
