It is 9.45 pm on a Saturday night in September 1937. The business district of central city Texas is dark except for the office of Harry Cashman’s used car lot. Cashman is pacing the small office in agitation as a man in a leather windbreaker crosses the lot slipping between the cars for sale and knocks at the door. He is the blood father that was presumed dead of the daughter that Cashman and his wife have adopted and now he is threatening to take the child unless Cashman pays him more money.
