Chapter 3: Trick or TreatThe moment had finally come. He let himself into the apartment with just a few minutes to spare. That was probably the best-case scenario as his energy levels were off the charts.
He paced the floor and wondered how it would all go down. He kept checking every timepiece within reach or eyesight. Then at long last, at 6:44 P.M. right on the dot, sunset on Halloween night, the door to his bedroom closet eased open.
Beau’s heart was pounding out of his chest as Cory emerged from the gloaming. He was glorious. Tall, tanned. He had thick hair swept back from his face. It had subtle blond highlights and was shaggy in the back. His acid-washed jeans and Members Only jacket completed the look. He had most definitely died in 1987. Beau was surprised that Cory appeared to
