In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. His high achievement had landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading Civil Engineering firms. He was your all-American boy, tall, hands...

When Cory heard the banging on his door, he tried to work out where he was. It was some moments before the memories of the night before drifted into his mind. His daughter's wedding, making love to his ex-wife Maria, and then the fact that he was to meet her for breakfast. He leapt up and pulled on some briefs and the robe from the back of the bathroom door before heading to open the door. Sacha pushed past him. "You have...

Once Cory had paid Lewis for the ride, he, Maria, and Penny stood by the hotel's main door and watched Lewis drive off. Penny had a sad look on her face. Cory asked her if she was alright. "Yes. But Lewis asked me if he could see me later. I didn't answer him. I was too scared. I wish I had said yes." "Why didn't he come up with us now? Cory and I wouldn't have minded," said Maria. "He said he had two more groups to pick...