At the airport in L City.

Preston intended to drive me to the airport, but a phone call took him away.

I found a seat by the window, curiously watching the bustling crowd. A young woman stood in front of me.

I had never seen her before, but I instantly recognized her as Preston’s mistress, Iris.

Iris extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Iris Loren. I’d like to talk to you about Preston.”

I didn’t shake her hand, feeling both too weak and disgusted.

I started recording on my phone and gestured for her to sit across from me. “Sit down. I have a plane to catch, so you have twenty...