Chapter FourApril 11
5:00 p.m.
Sandi and Art Underwood walked down the street from their downtown apartment to Francine's Café for their Sunday morning brunch, a ritual that had been part of their lives ever since they sold their big suburban home and moved to an apartment in the city five years ago. Art took his wife's hand and gave her a troubled smile. He looked at her and still saw the beautiful girl he had married so many years ago. Sandi was one of those people who always looked younger than her age, something that's a problem when you're twenty but a blessing when you're in your sixties and still look fifty. Her hair was black and flipped under at her shoulders. Her green eyes were almost liquid and seemed to drink in everything around her. She had a natural beauty and an unpreten
