Chicago 1982 is a goldmine for the construction industry, and Eric and his two business partners are thriving. Once living as struggling orphans in a Catholic boys' home, they've overcome poverty and abuse to obtain success. Now living the lives they once only dreamed of, they're sure of one thing: they will never look back.<br><br>Then the past returns, by way of a cheap polyester suit and a smile Eric has never forgotten, and all the dark memories come crashing back. Lucky for him, Jimmy has no idea who Eric is, or who Eric used to be.

We Three Kings

The traffic, for some reason, is crazy. I’m watching the lane beside me for a space large enough to slip into so that I don’t miss the upcoming road, and mumbling at my dashboard like it’s the cars fault that I’m late. When I yank the car to the left, in a spot big enough for maybe a bicycle, the car that I just cut off blares a long, angry honk at me. I lift my hand, eyeing the rearview mirror, and mutter a, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”


The little parking lot at the side of the restaurant is already full, and I have to wait for a Buick the size of a spaceship to inch out of its spot in a forty-two-point turn. I roar into it the empty space far too quickly when the Buick finally drives off.


Chapter 43