October 1960
Indiana Jones was teaching his archeology class at Marshall College. Distinguished and a mystery, Indy was admired by all -- his wife and son, his colleagues, his students all for different reasons. As he wrapped up the chapter on Michaelson they were discussing, the bell rang and the students piled out. Only one student remained – a greasier with a motorcycle jacket and a lopsided grin. This man was his son, Mutt, who was proving to be quite a handful, just reminded Indy of himself.
"So, Son, what do you have in mind today?"
"I promised someone to help with their bike," Mutt said, as he combed his hair.
"Be home for dinner. You know your mother."
Mutt groaned as a gentleman came in, baring a briefcase and wearing a bowler, "Dr. Jones?"
"Yes?" Indy asked warily.
"Dr. Jones, may we talk in private?"
Indy looked at Mutt and then at the man, "You can say what you want in front of my son."
"Son? We were not informed," looking at Mutt.
Mutt was confused as the man introduced himself, "Andrew Davis. I am colleague of Katherine Tyler. I'm sure you know the name."
Indy frowned, "What is this about?"
"I am her attorney, off the record. She retained me a few years ago and has told me about you extensively if the matter arose for it."
Mutt looked at Indy, "Dad?"
Indy looked at Mutt; "I'll explain later, Junior."
Mutt frowned and shook his head, adamant to hear. Indy looked at Andrew, "My son does not know about Katherine. Nor does my current wife."
"Dr. Jones, I've come on utmost importance."
"Who is Katherine Tyler?" Mutt asked.
Indy looked at Mutt and said, "My ex-wife."