Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
Eric had been Preston’s roommate at business school.
He attended our wedding and once spent a weekend at the lake house with us.
According to Preston, Eric had moved abroad to work in private equity.
I remembered something else.
On the anniversary of my father’s death, Preston had stepped out of dinner to take a call from Eric.
When he returned, he said the man had a new venture and wanted advice.
“Is that enough to connect Preston?” Alan Price asked over the video call.