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    Jeffrey told Jacob to stay clear of Rachel and to just keep focused on his work until Jeffrey returned in two weeks.
    That was more than enough time for Jacob to go through all of Jeffrey’s binders.

Chapter Three: Heinrich
     
    Heinrich Schultz walked across his office to the windows looking out into the city. He savored these moments of calm and clarity that allowed him to think of what his next move would be; he always had a next move to consider.
    Herman was beside him almost instantly, rubbing against his leg and purring loudly; his cat had the affection for the big man that only an animal lover can appreciate. That was one of Heinrich’s few noble qualities; he loved animals. While other men of wealth and power throughout the centuries saw it as their divine right to torture and kill God’s creations, Heinrich saw it as his holy responsibility to care for those same animals and to bring to ruin anyone who violated that sacred task.
    He had made his fortune through inheritance, but augmented it further through cunning and foresight. His first successful venture was developing a way for people to experience the paranoia of being a minority without having to undergo invasive and corrective surgical procedures. You wouldn’t think that there was a demand for affluent white people to wonder what it was like to be a lower class African American, but white guilt is a powerful thing, and people were willing to pay big money for his little green pill.
    His big success came a bit later in life, and it proved to secure that Heinrich would be rich beyond his dreams for the rest of his life. Taking a page from the so-called great men in history, he discovered that men of power love the hunt and are always looking for fresh game that is not only taboo, but rare in comparison. The idea hit him one day when he was leaving a restaurant and was accosted by a homeless man asking for spare change. The relentless man did not know how to take no for an answer and proceeded to not only get on Heinrich’s nerves, but gave him that lightning bolt of vision. Thus, Schultz Exotic Adventures was born.
    What he offered was the thrill of the hunt for the most taboo of all animals to kill, the human being. He purchased a small island in the South Pacific and built a five-star quality resort for the social elite and morally corrupt. What was offered was the thrill that most men of such deviant qualities valued above other aspects of their lives, the opportunity to see another human being suffer and run from the powerful.
    He spared no expense in building his dream island, whether it was the ten-thousand-dollar-a-night rooms with personal valets to cater to their every need, or the world’s largest waterslide that emptied into a giant vat of whipped cream, complete with swimsuit models drizzling chocolate sauce on their male patrons and throwing little maraschino cherries at them. It was hedonism at its very finest.
    The hunt was very simple; every month, a new plane arrived with a dozen homeless men, who had been given the promise that they would be rehabilitated and given jobs with a huge international conglomerate and their training would result in riches that they could only dream of in their past lives.
    For the first two weeks, these men were fed, cared for, given physicals, and put on weight-training programs, along with detox treatments from alcohol and other narcotics, until they were deemed fit by a team of medical experts. They were now fit for the hunt.
    Once a month for an entire week, these men were released into the island and barred from returning to the resort. During that time, they had only the option of learning to survive or allowing the island to destroy them before the hunters arrived. Once the elite men and women who sought this unique hunt arrived on the island, the former homeless were informed of what was about to happen, and that they had two days to hide. Anyone who survived the entire week was given one