Preston groaned. “He was your father’s closest friend. Draecyn’s go-to man, until he quit after the Dales because he couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Damn it, Preston. I have to talk to him. Alone. Without Liz. I need to hear his explanations for myself.”
“Okay. Liz is going to worry, though. At least call and tell them you’re working late.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“Do yourself a favor and hear him out.”
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