It was ten degrees warmer on this side of the Golden Gate Bridge than it had been when they’d left their hotel in downtown San Francisco half an hour earlier. Jerry let out a whistle as he took in the view. “I may never go back to New York City.”The house was situated at the top of a ridge above town, at the edge of Sorich Ranch Park. They were looking out across Ross Valley to two tree-covered mountains in the distance, the green of the leaves broken only by the early blooming of dogwoods. Laurie heard the van’s rear door slide open and watched as Grace managed to climb out in form-fitting leggings and thigh-high leather stiletto boots. “Wow,” she said, following the direction of their gaze. “That’s almost enough to make me appreciate nature.” “It’s hard to believe we’re only twenty miles away from the city,” Laurie said.Jerry nudged Grace, who was fiddling with her iPhone. “Your love of nature didn’t last long,” he joked. “Not true. I was doing research,”
