Prelude I wake up and see the ray of sunshine coming through the bay windows of my apartment. This isn't even mine, but owned by the mogul Michael Jonas. He flew me out here to do a story about a family—'an interesting family', as he put it. He instructed me to go visit them at their house and to be there at 9 am the latest. I look over at my clock. Shit, I think, it's already 8 am.I quickly get up and throw on the first...