Have you ever felt like escaping to your own desert island?

Jane Gaskin did exactly that,

trading in the family home to begin a new life in the tropics.

But she soon discovers that Paradise has its secrets.

I'm Alice Levine, and this is the price of Paradise,

the island dream that ends in kidnap, corruption, and murder. Wish you were here. Follow the price of Paradise Now, wherever

you listen to podcasts. And then. In February of last year I found a new job at a 24-hour convenience store in my city.

I've been jobless since the lockdowns began but assume that I'd be

able to return after everything was over. Unfortunately the restaurant didn't survive

and I was left without employment for a long time afterwards. This didn't mean that I wasn't looking.

I tried sending out resumes online but got no replies.

I don't have any friends that can help, I took through the street going door to door filling

out applications. A few places called me in for interviews but the jobs were either part-time

or didn't pay enough. It made no sense to me to give up a reliable

government check for a crappy job that paid maybe half if I was lucky. I'd long

given up when I got a call from the gas station and all was going well until the manager

mentioned the shift was overnight. I'm not a night person nor am I fond of the people who are.

And just before I could turn it down, he added that the

shift paid an extra dollar an hour. And believe it or not, that changed matters greatly.

I would have been an idiot to say no.

My first month I worked alongside the manager as he trained me. We got along really well and

I looked forward to working with him for the foreseeable future. The work itself was simple, even the customers

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