Quinn and I have a problem…
His name is Jack Jameson.
There’s a reason the name “Jack” is in the title of this book. He’s the one who’s got total control over the story. Yes, I’m still the narrator, but Jack’s invading our lives, taking us on a wild ride. And let’s face it; the guy is unhinged—mad as a March hare.
In other words, we’re fucked.
We’ve entered The Lair of Jack.
God help us.