Auld Acquaintance
The thick, cream-colored envelope lying open on Tristan’s kitchen counter drew Brian’s curiosity. It looked like it was probably a wedding invitation and Brian wondered if it was anyone he’d heard Tristan speak of. Brian slid the card out of the envelope and read it. It was definitely not a wedding announcement. Instead what Brian read was the invitation to one of the city’s most luxurious and raved about New Year’s Eve parties. Held at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, it cordially invited Tristan and guest to attend.
Tristan came into the kitchen, stripping off his tie with one hand, short dark hair windblown. His left arm was still in a sling.
“Want to tell me how you rate an invite to Carl Windermere’s New Year’s party at the Mandarin?” asked Brian. “People sell their s
