Chapter 5

Edward was in his fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a gray cashmere sweater. He poured two cups of coffee and slid one across the table to me.

"Laura, it's been six years," he said.

"Mr. Foster," I greeted him and sat down.

"I heard BrightPath's in trouble," he said, picking up his coffee. "Accounts frozen?"

"You're quick on the news," I replied.

He chuckled. "This industry's not that big. I got the word at ten last night. Said Andrew got taken down by his own wife at the annual meeting."

Edward set his coffee down. "But I know you're more…