CHAPTER FOUR
Audrey answered the door, checking her watch at the same time.
"Right on the minute," she said, smiling at the handsome young man outside.
His white, coverall uniform said, "Daggio's TV Repair" across the chest. He was holding a large, metal box.
"Always on time, for our best customers," the young man smiled back. He was dark, like her husband, Italian probably, Audrey thought. She guessed his age to be about twenty-two or twenty-three. This was the third time he'd come to make a service call at the Potters, and this was the crucial visit, as far as the married woman was concerned. She'd been looking at his broad back and thick thighs long enough, trying to guess what he carried in his pants. Audrey was a woman who would only be teased for a short length of time.
"Come in
