Vincent Valentich is twenty-three, the youngest of the Valentich brothers—and easily the most resented among them. Standing at six foot four, he has pale, sharp features, dark tousled hair, and light gray eyes set in a lean, angular face defined by cutting cheekbones. A self-declared vision of perfection, he spends his days drinking, partying, spending money, and sleeping around. At one of his father’s business dinners, he meets a client’s child—and promptly loses his composure.