Bowie knew it wasn’t her birthday, and it wasn’t their anniversary, either.
It was the middle of the week. In their 20 years of marriage, Hal had only taken her out for dinner on special occasions.
He didn’t even complain when she added shrimp to her fettucine alfredo and he was the one who suggested that she order another Long Island Iced Tea.
Something was wrong, and Bowie knew it.
Hal was jittery, but it wasn’t just nervousness. There was a layer of excitement beneath his shifting eyes.