Next to Crestwood University stood the luxurious four-star establishment known as Heavenly Delights Bistro, a place famous not only for its food but for the kind of clientele it attracted. At lunchtime, it was packed, the air filled with conversation, clinking glasses, and the steady hum of activity. Yet the moment a man and four women stepped through the entrance, that lively atmosphere faltered, as if someone had quietly drawn a curtain over the room.
One by one, conversations died out. Heads turned.
