EIGHTEEN
JACOB’S AWAKENING
Jacob felt as though his eyes had been glued together. He’d slept for longer than usual and was finding it increasingly difficult, almost every day, to wake up with any degree of clarity. He was no fool, in fact he was far from it, and the realisation that he was perhaps being drugged had already entered his mind. The question was, why? He’d done all he’d been asked to do by Michael, and in return had received the benefit of a place to stay where he could develop and put into effect his own plans, and in so doing he’d never once disturbed the routine of his host. Now, as he finally managed to open his eyes and the sunlight that penetrated through the window temporarily caused him to feel as though he’d been blinded, he decided that he had little choice but to c
