Dream Keys

By Ben Shipe

Life for Scott Raines takes a dark turn when his pregnant wife goes missing. Worried and despite his doubts about her fidelity, Scott embarks on a search. It takes him on a journey he never could have imagined. When his coworker & secret admirer, Amy Walker, volunteers to help find her, the desperate search turns into a living nightmare. Following a series of inexplicable tragedies, Amy soon pleads for Scott's help. The longer their search continues, the higher the stakes as every man Amy encounters, ends up dead. Despite the rising body count, Scott and Amy find themselves with their backs against the wall. Their anxiety levels reach fevered proportions. Their path to freedom nearly stymied by an ultimate showdown. Can Scott and Amy unravel the mysteries behind what happened to his wife? Follow their desperate search. Set against an era when cool cars and amazing music fed souls. The noise of today's world didn't yet exist. This hunt unfolds in 1969 and will leave you clamoring for a simpler time. Join the adventure which begins in a sleepy Kentucky town and ends on the shores of Key West. Where paradise and second chances are as likely as the spectacular sunsets. But, if you're coming along-buckle up-This romantic adventure is not for the faint at heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ben Shipe
• Release date: Mar 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201920661

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Printed in Lexington, Kentucky USA

The Story Begins August, 1969

So it’s said:

Don’t wait for things to get easier, simpler or better.

Life will always be complicated. Learn how to be happy right now.

Otherwise, you will run out of time.

Remembering 1969 (Author’s Note)

WE OFTEN THINK OF THE late 1960s as a time of turmoil and strife. In many ways it certainly was. The Cold War was still going on, there were race riots and other forms of civil unrest. The Vietnam War was on the minds of many people.  A draft lottery was continued to bring needed men into the U.S. Armed Forces. College deferments were an escape for the wealthy.

Tens of thousands of men were sent to support the war in Vietnam, many never came back. Some burned their draft cards, a few went to Canada.

In August of 1969, a major music festival was held on a farm in New York. No one could anticipate that it would grow to over 400,000 music fans. There wasn’t enough food or toilets and nudity was everywhere. Given the sheer number of people, police were amazed by how well behaved the crowd actually was. An event like it has never happened since and never will-mark my word.

The USA landed the first man to step onto the surface of the moon.

In 1969, about 90% of American schoolchildren walked to school. The average cost of a house was around $16,000 with rent running about $135 per month. A new family car would set you back about $3,300-unless you were willing to drive the available, Toyota Corona, for about $1,950. You didn’t need a lot of money for gasoline-it was around 35 cents per gallon. If your budget would allow it, you could buy a high-performance car from four different American manufacturers, for not much more. Amazing cars that were all about the power, not display screens and backup cameras.

Johnny Carson kept us all entertained late in the evening. In the morning, you could put on your bell-bottom jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt before heading to school. If you had the money, you could drive there in the just introduced, Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. One of the many muscle cars that were available in this era. High-performance cars ruled the streets.

Telephones hung on the wall or sat on a desk-you sure didn’t put them in your pocket. On the road, if you needed to make a phone call, you looked for a phone booth and hoped you had the correct change. No card readers.

Short skirts were in, bras were out. We listened to some amazing music of this era on 8-track tapes. A car-hop was a job title. A drive-up window didn’t exist. Dating in high-school meant a trip to the Drive-In. Sometimes, depending on your date, you actually watched the movie.

If you wanted to buy something, you went out and found it at a brick and mortar store. No eBay or Amazon to buy from at 3:00 o’clock in the morning.

If you weren’t fortunate enough to have grown up in the 1960s-1970s, you perhaps missed the best era in the history of mankind. How do I know? I lived it and it was amazing. Sure, we only had two genders back then-but we managed to make it work. Many guys received or bought their first guns before they could drive. No one ever talked about, or would even think about, shooting up a school. Sure there were fights and disputes-someone would end up with a bloody nose...we didn’t need SWAT.

Even the high school girls back then paid attention to the car you drove. The prettiest, most popular girl wouldn’t be caught dead in your mom’s station wagon. The guys with the convertibles and the hot rods got the cheerleaders-but sports jocks sometimes trumped them.

Cruising was the norm on a Friday and Saturday night. Every part of the country had its local restaurants that the kids hung at. Many had a car service where pretty girls in short skirts brought out your food. Sometimes they were even on skates. Only the old folks, driving 4-door sedans, went inside and ate.

It was 1969. It wasn’t perfect, but a hell of a lot better than today’s circus.

(Some items/slang was used or available only in certain parts of the country. Cherry Coke for example-drank it often in the late 60s. Available at Frisch’s Big Boy Restaurants in Northern KY & Cincinnati.)

Chapter 1

If you’re going through hell, keep going. Winston Churchhill

WORLD WAR II VETERAN Bob Spencer was minutes from arriving at Lambert Airport. A cab had picked him up from his cramped St. Louis, Missouri apartment. The driver switched on the wipers as a gentle rain began to fall. At six-foot-five inches and 250 pounds, the small suitcase he carried looked tiny. One change of clothes and two of his favorite guns was how he traveled. After all, he wasn’t going on vacation, he was going to work. If he needed something else, he bought it on location.

He looked pretty sharp in his very conservative black suit with freshly polished wing-tip shoes. The businessman’s look had opened a lot of doors for him in the past. His haircut was less than a week old.

Bob had accepted another assignment from an old friend he served with, in the 1st Cavalry Division. The opportunity to continue to pay his friend back for saving his life on the battlefield in Germany decades ago made him happy. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his friend, Henry Galloway, that flying terrified him. That went double for flying in a small private plane. Henry had sent his personal plane and was also bringing back several other associates from the St. Louis area. Cincinnati, Ohio was the location of Galloway Enterprises.

Bob directed the driver to the agreed-upon spot at Lambert. A golf cart was standing by to whisk him to the Cessna 411 waiting on the tarmac. The moment he stepped onto the air-stair-door, one of the propellers started to turn. In seconds, this twin-engine plane brought both engines up to speed and was ready for rollout.

Before they even receive clearance to take off, the gentle rain became a downpour. With the cargo onboard, five passengers, and the pilot, the plane was at capacity. Truth be known, it was a little over.

It felt like forever during takeoff before the Cessna was able to break the grip the runway appeared to have on it. No one laughed when the pilot said; A few of you should have taken a Greyhound to Cincinnati. We’re pretty heavy tonight. Stay buckled we’re flying into some bad weather.

After climbing to 12,000 feet, the rain had turned into a nasty thunderstorm. The lightning was unsettling for Bob and the other souls on board. Rain pounded the Cessna as it climbed even higher trying to find better weather. At times, the plane felt like it dropped a thousand feet or so. There wasn’t any doubt that the twin engines were as strained as his nerves. The pilot had left the partition open, therefore, everyone could see his girlfriend in the co-pilots seat. She had fired up a fat-joint before they even left the ground. The sweet smell of leaves burning filled the cabin.

Looking at his fellow passengers, Bob couldn’t help but wonder what type of assignments they had been on. One middle-aged man held a briefcase in his lap as if it contained his life savings. There was an attractive younger woman who wore a leather mini-skirt. Her white vinyl boots went to her knees. She played with a yo-yo that matched her paisley tights. The other passenger was a young man is in his late 20’s. He had loaded and unloaded his pistol almost non-stop since they left St. Louis. Bob kept an eye on him. In any case, everyone appeared nervous with the weather only becoming worse.

The Cessna felt like it was still trying to climb. After taking off his seatbelt, nervous Bob headed up front to speak to the pilot. He was going to suggest they land somewhere, anywhere and wait out the weather. But after his trembling legs delivered him to the front, he was almost at a loss for words. The rain hitting the windshield made it look as if he was peering through wax paper. The pretty gal in the co-pilot’s seat offered him a toke on the joint she was holding. He declined but was shocked to see her then hand it to the pilot who gladly accepted it.

He wanted to rip into the pilot for endangering all of their lives. Smoking dope while flying in a relentless storm with an overloaded plane was stupid. Then it became worse. You don’t need to be a pilot in a small plane to hear an engine sputter and then shut off.

Within seconds, alarms were going off and the co-pilot was flipping out. Maybe it was the grass they were smoking. A brain-cell fired for the pilot. But it was too late to remember that you can’t climb an overloaded plane in a storm with one engine.

They had hit stall speed and the Cessna was losing altitude. He had climbed to 18,000 feet trying to find better weather. Had they put some ice on the wings? It wouldn’t have taken much as heavy as they already were.

Panic was the word throughout the plane. The young man who was in the back across from Bob shouted that they needed to dump the cargo. The pretty girl wearing the boots was inquiring about a parachute. The man with the briefcase was rocking back-n-forth, screaming they were all going to die.

The alarms induced waves of sheer terror. Attempts to re-fire the stalled engine had been unsuccessful. A tremendous bolt of lightning appeared to miss the plane by a mere few yards. For an instant, all instrumentation and lights went out. The co-pilot screamed, We’re at 10,000 feet and dropping like a fuckin’ rock!

The young man who had been loading and unloading his pistol rushed to the cockpit. After telling one very stoned girl to move her ass out of the co-pilot’s seat, he strapped himself in. The pilot was so busy he hardly noticed.

The new co-pilot shouted, I got the plane dumb ass, back off now.

The stoned pilot was pale and clammy, like he was about to go into shock.

Hey man, do you even have a pilot’s license?

I flew shit in ‘Nam. We’re way off course, what the hell have you been doing up here? You dumb ass, you about rolled us over. We need airspeed, now.

The Cessna’s new pilot brought the nose down and took the plane to 5000 feet where there would be more oxygen for the engines.  The thinner air at higher altitude was better for lift on the wings, but the priority was to restart the dead engine.

You two clowns up here smoking dope have put us in a real jackpot. I knew we were off course, that’s the Ohio River down there. We shouldn’t be seeing that yet.

Yeah dude but the Ohio River runs right through Cincinnati. The original pilot said choking on another toke.

Don’t have time to explain. If I can’t get this engine started, you and your girlfriend are getting off the plane. We’re way too heavy. I’ll get us over the Ohio River, drop to 300 feet and you both can jump out.

I’m not jumping at 300 feet or even 50 feet and neither is she. You’re out of your damn mind.

You either can jump, or go out the door with a bullet in your head. Doesn’t matter to me.

At about 2500 feet after many tries, the second engine came back to life. They were behind schedule, but it looked like their odds of making it to Lunken Airport was much better.

Fifty miles before entering Lunken’s airspace, they flew out of the storm and even the rain had subsided. Both engines were now performing well and everyone was finally able to relax a little.

After landing at Lunken Airport, the pilot taxied to an area that Galloway Enterprises, leased. A custom Chevy van was standing by to take the valuable cargo-a combination of narcotics to its destination.

It was a deep dark secret that Mr. Galloway played a major role in the distribution of narcotics in the Mid-West. As the money had poured in, he had branched out to do commercial lending. But to that point, you would want to use a bank if you could. Interest rates through him would usually be in the 25% range. Collateral would be your business, receivables or even your personal home. Delinquency on your loan took interest rates to at least 40%. Due to the persuasive methods used by his loan officers, his net losses per year were often zero.

Also waiting for them was a black Suburban. It would take each one of them to their home or motel depending on their current situation. Well, most of them with the exception of the original pilot and his girlfriend. They had continued to partake in various narcotics and had passed out in the back of the plane.

Using a pay phone while still at the airport, the Suburban driver made a call to his employer, Mr. Galloway. He informed him of what had occurred during the flight and of the dead weight passed out on his plane. He told his driver that the replacement pilot would be well compensated. He had saved the passengers, his plane and his cargo. The original pilot would receive one dollar and lose his job. No one ever spoke of Mr. Galloway’s employment dismissals. It wasn’t worth losing your life over. He also dispatched a cleanup team to remove them from the plane and prep it for the next flight. He knew he had already found a replacement pilot.

Chapter 2

HELLO DARLIN', I NEED to see Henry.

I'm Miss Mayerson, not your Darlin' and Mr. Galloway is not in his office today. Good day sir.

Well, Miss Mayerson, I suppose that big black Hemi Road Runner parked behind the building is yours. Am I to believe that? I ain't buyin' that for a minute. I think that little yellow Corvair station wagon might be yours. I also think that the old buzzard is back there sleeping. How 'bout you tell him Bob Spencer is here and will see him now? He took a mint from her candy dish and smiled as he waited.

Do you even have an appointment Mr. Spencer, I sure don't see anything in my book? Mr. Galloway does not see anyone without an appointment, again good day sir.

Darlin,' lighten' up. Sure, I have an appointment...it's for right now. Just tell him I'm here and we can stop dancing. You'd think I was trying to get in to see President Nixon.

She turned away from him and whispered into the phone. Mr. Galloway, I have a Bob Spencer here to see you, sir. He claims he has an appointment, but he’s not in our book. I don’t even recall speaking to him. I could...

Its fine, Janet, Bob’s an old buddy of mine. I’ve been expecting him. Send him in please, then you go ahead and take the rest of the day off. A surprise visit with your mother would be lovely.

Thank you, Mr. Galloway, you are such a kind man. I will call the nursing home and tell them I am coming to have lunch with Mom and they will arrange a meal for me. She was grateful for some rare time off in mid-week.

Bobby, thanks for coming in, it's great seeing you again. Welcome to the Queen City. How was your flight, I know you had a touch of bad weather last night?

Damn it, don’t call me Bobby. I do appreciate you sending a plane for me. But, small private planes and a wicked-thunderstorm make me nervous.

Come on, Bobby; a thunderstorm got you rattled? I hope you're up to the job I have for you. You sound like you’ve turned soft. Hell, I remember when we would hide in a foxhole with enemy tanks crossing overhead. Plenty of dirt and rocks rained down on us. All you worried about then was your damn cigarettes getting smashed. Henry said laughing.

Ease up, that was decades ago. Does this involve flying in a small plane during the middle of an ass-kicking storm? Bob was becoming irritated.

Relax, it doesn't involve flying. I have a two or three-month undercover assignment for you. Hell, it could go longer. It’s at a car dealership-selling cars. Henry was ready for a strong reaction.

"Selling cars, are you drunk? I’m no damn car salesman. Did you fly me out here to work as a car salesman? No way in hell,

this is some bullshit-you're jokin' right? I flew through hell to sell cars." He stood up and was ready to walk right out the door.

Sit down...please, at least hear me out. I need a man I can completely trust for this job. Someone who won’t sing if things go sideways. I should have mentioned that the job pays $500 per week and whatever the dealership pays in salary and commission. Hell, you may get lucky and sell a car or two.

Five-hundred bucks a week! Why the hell didn’t you tell me that first? Of course, I’d be happy to help my old buddy out. Bob was all smiles now. It's funny how generous compensation changes one's disposition.

You’ll be working at a place called Tipton Chevrolet in Cincinnati, Ohio. Gilbert Pearson, their used car sales manager, will be expecting someone I’ve referred, tomorrow. You will apply for the sales position. I have a file you will take with you and study. Old buddy, you have excellent sales references, you will get the job. Gilbert and I have worked a good number of deals over the years. I don’t like him at all but I need him for now. Henry handed him a thick file folder.

He’s not a smart-ass wise guy, is he? You know I don’t do well with them.

Don’t worry about him. I want you to discover everything you can about, Amy Walker, who works with Gilbert on the car titles. Also, a former employee who Amy lives with now named, Jason Phoenix. There are issues plus someone is skimming cash on our multi-car deals. Jason is a real piece of work with a real smart mouth. He’s going to be your primary concern. Henry’s voice was low and stern.

You know I don’t do well with smart mouth guys. How far can I go with this guy if he gets in my face, running his mouth?

I don’t take shit from any man, and I'm not going to ask you to take any shit from him. He's done more than a few things he needs to atone for. If he pushes your buttons... kill him.

Chapter 3

AMY WALKER BACKED HER Camaro SS Convertible into her reserved parking spot at Tipton Chevrolet-Cincinnati’s largest Chevrolet Dealer. Late again, she quickly got to her desk and already ringing phone. She could tell this was an internal call.

Good morning, Amy speaking.

It’s Dana, I’m in the lunchroom. It’s nice you could join us today. Get your late ass down here. I have some scandalous news you’re going to want to hear.

It’ll have to wait. I have sales reports due before lunch, or all hell breaks loose. Oh and, it was the damn traffic on the bridge as for the reason I was late. Amy said snidely.

I can’t sit on this ‘till lunch. This is going to blow your mind when you hear it. Dana paced the floor as she could hardly contain herself.

OK, on the way. This better be good or you’re buying lunch today.

Amy spread out some reports all across her desk before heading there. She thought she may as well at least try to give the appearance of working.

Walking quickly to meet Dana, she hoped she wouldn’t encounter her Uncle Don along the way. He was also the proprietor and her boss.

When she was almost there, she heard her name called from behind. Turning to look, she was happy to see Scott Raines, the new car sales manager.

Good morning. You’re looking lovely today. Don’s not going to approve of that mini skirt, but with those legs, you have to show them off. Scott found Amy to be simply beautiful in every way.

Thank you, sweetie. I’ll have to stay out of his way today. You’re looking pretty darn handsome yourself. Let me straighten your tie up a little. We can’t have our star sales manager looking anything but perfect. She flashed him a flirty smile.

I’m on my way to Don’s office. We’re not selling Corvettes fast enough for him. He’s probably going to have me set up a big sale shortly. You would look even more amazing in a new ‘Vette and I’ll give you an unbelievable deal.

Uncle Don already regrets letting me pick out my SS Camaro. I’m sure he would flip-out over me trading on a new Corvette, but thanks anyway, sweetie.

You’re probably right. Hey, I’ll ask him during our meeting. I gotta run, you have a great day.

Save your breath, you too. She watched as he made his way down the hall. Her crush on him grew deeper by the day.

She entered the lunchroom right as Dana was finishing a doughnut.

Make it quick, I really need to get going this morning. What has got you so anxious today? Amy reached for a cup to pour herself some coffee.

Did anyone bring in some donuts today, I’m starving? Amy asked while quickly looking around the food prep area.

I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. Did you run into Don on your way?

Nope, but I did run into Scott. He smelled so good I wanted to kiss his neck. That’s terrible, isn’t it? I know he is married, I shouldn’t have said that. All the good guys are married. Why are all of the good guys married?

Dana ignored her questions while gently closing the door to their break room. She slowly panned the room, as if someone could be lurking under one of the tables.

Come on, what’s the earth-shattering gossip you can’t wait to share? Looking tired, she sat down next to Dana with her coffee.

Alright, get ready, here it is. It concerns Scott. Dana’s voice was just a cautious whisper now.

He’s a really nice guy, what about him? I really need to get going. Amy was more interested now.

Scott’s wife, Lori, and Gilbert Pearson, our used car sales manager, are having an affair. Dana knew she had her full attention after relaying that salacious news.

Dana, now you know that can’t be true. Someone is spreading some nasty gossip. Scott is a dreamboat. No way would Lori cheat on him and especially with Gilbert Pearson. Lori would be crazy to cheat on him. Who started this rumor? Total bullshit. Amy was not buying this story for a second.

Listen, Amy, it’s true. I met my mom for lunch in Lexington last week while I was on vacation. We were in this little diner when I recognized Gilbert in the booth behind us. I thought about saying hello to him, then I realized that wasn’t his wife he was with. He was with Scott’s wife, Lori. I’m glad she didn’t see me.

Stop talking. Amy grabbed Dana’s hand as the door to the lunchroom opened.

Good morning ladies. My name is Bob Spencer. I’m going to be working with Gilbert in used cars. Are all of the gals that work here as beautiful as you two? He thought they both could be California models.

They both extended a hand to welcome him to the sales team after introducing themselves.

You need to save the bullshit for your customers. Amy said laughing.

After some small talk, he excused himself to attend a meeting with the entire used car sales team.

Whew, I thought that was going to be Uncle Don. Nobody else comes in here at this time do they? Amy was relieved.

Anyway, so she’s cheating on Scott. Wow, that is amazing news. I have to wonder if it’s a one-time fling or an on-going affair. Maybe a bad mistake for both of them. She’ll ask for forgiveness and perhaps they will work things out.

Nope, no way Amy. What I heard was a couple of lovers talking about past hookups and future meetings at some motel. Dana’s voice dripped of excitement.

This is outrageous. I can’t believe Lori is a cheater. Plus, Gil has three or four young children and a wife of his own. Dana, I’m really shocked at this, it’s so unbelievable.

I’m telling you, it’s all true. Apparently, it’s been going on for a couple of years, right under Scott’s nose. Dana said.

They both stood up to return to their offices when Amy put her arms around her good friend Dana. She thanked her while crying softly.

Amy, what the hell, what’s wrong? Scott will be OK. Tipton’s may have to find a replacement used car sales manager if Scott finds out, but that’s Gil’s problem.

I feel terrible saying this, but I’m not actually worried about him being OK, I know he will be. I’ve always had a crush on him. But you know me, I would never mess around or even tease a married man. Well, I may flirt a little sometimes. But now, Lori has broken their bond. He’s mine now, he actually could be mine. Amy did feel a little sad for Scott’s marriage.

Listen, Amy, I don’t want to rain on your parade here-but Scott is still married to Lori. From what I overheard at the diner, he has absolutely no idea that Gilbert is sleeping with his wife. Gil had said that they were taking every precaution against getting caught. Dana was ready to console her after handing out that harsh reality.

But, she seemed to have completely tuned-out Dana with her reality check. She was already walking down the aisle with Scott as they stood there in the lunchroom.

Snapping back to the here and now, as if she had just emerged from an eggshell, was a much re-energized Amy. Dana, who else knows about this? She seemed desperate to know.

Well, my mom of course, but you are the only one I have told so far, Dana replied while wondering why that mattered.

Promise me, that you will not say another word about this to anyone, please. It would mean the world to me, it really would. Amy was ready to drop to her knees and beg if she had to.

Sure, if it means that much to you I won’t say another word about it to anyone. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to be spreading this around the dealership anyway. Someone could get hurt and I don’t want it coming back to me.

Thanks, Dana I guess we had better get back to work.

Dana was left wondering just what her good friend was planning to do. She only hoped Amy wouldn’t get herself too involved at this point. Over the years, Amy had told her more than a few times how much she admired Scott and how she wished she could find a man like him. She would simply be elated if he actually became available in the near future. Dana smiled, wondering if Amy would get anything at all done today.

Amy was a real sweetheart and a real looker, at 5’ 11" and 130 pounds. Her long blonde hair and hazel eyes just added to her beauty. Her Uncle Don Tipton and her Aunt Judy had adopted her after her mom, Don’s sister, was abducted during a bank robbery. She was found two weeks later in a motel room she had been fatally shot in the chest. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Amy’s dad was serving in the Army at that time and stationed in West Germany. The loss of his wife would have been devastating news to get at home, but being thousands of miles away, made it worse. The Red Cross had attempted to get him home for the funeral but the next day after getting the news of her death, he was gone. His unit reported that he simply left during the night, not to be seen again. Amy was only three years old at the time of his disappearance.

The guys in his unit said he had told them, that there was nothing he could do for his wife, she was gone. That he felt like he couldn’t care for his little girl alone. He also said before he left, that anyone responsible for her death, would pay with their own life. There would be no rock left unturned. That he would track down the person who pulled the trigger, no matter how long it took.

Amy’s dad figured his brother-in-law, Don and Don’s wife Judy, would look after Amy. They had never been able to have children of their own and they simply adored her. It would be in her best interest.

Many times over the years Amy had wondered about her father. In the 21 years since his disappearance, no one had ever seen or heard from him. Well, not that she knew of anyway. Was he living or dead, was he still perhaps in Germany? Had he met someone over there and made a new life for himself? She wished she knew those answers.

Her Uncle Don had surmised that perhaps he had ventured too far away from his unit and had found himself in East Berlin. Perhaps he was being held prisoner, or worse, he could be dead.

She always felt that her father wouldn’t have just abandoned her. She hoped to find out what really happened to him someday. However, her Uncle Don always said not to put too much hope into that, not after more than two decades of not hearing from him.

Chapter 4

HENRY GALLOWAY DROVE his ’68 Plymouth Road Runner onto the used car lot of Tipton Chevrolet. Stepping out of his black, Hemi powered car and peering through dark sunglasses, he slowly panned the lot. It was a blazing-hot August afternoon in Cincinnati, and the coal-black asphalt was sticky as bubble-gum. Going out to meet his old friend, was rookie salesman, Bob Spencer. He had only been in this undercover position selling cars for a short while. Amazingly, he had managed to sell a few cars.

How’s it going? Welcome to Tipton Chevrolet, what can I show you today? Not even waiting for a response, "We have some no money down specials, with approved credit of course. Also, we have some Chevelle Super Sports that just unloaded off of the carrier last night. Let me get