Are you sure you heard him right?” Rainer is pacing the length of his condo, his hands knotted by his sides. I tuck my knees up to my chest on the couch. “That’s what he said. Jordan Wilder.” “Why would they hire Jordan? I thought they wanted an unknown.” Rainer stops and looks at me. I lift up my shoulders. “I have no idea. You should ask your dad.” I think about Wyatt’s words earlier: “He’s the producer’s son.” Rainer’s eyes fire up. “You think he knew about this?” “I mean, he’s the producer, right?” I stick my thumbnail in my mouth and snap off the end. It’s a nervous habit I have. Lillianna keeps yelling at me about it. I tried to explain to her that if August is on a deserted island with some tribe possibly intent on killing her, she’s definitely biting her nails, too, but she didn’t buy it. “He wouldn’t do that to me. He knows about Jordan.” “What happened?” I ask. Rainer is unraveling right before my eyes. He asked me to come over to have dinner, and I was just catching him up on my morning, telling him about Wyatt coming over, when Jordan’s name slipped out.
