“Hale?” I ask, looking down at the document in front of me. “Your middle name doesn't start with E, does it?” “No, it’s Tristan.” My head rises to meet his gaze as he asks, “Why? What’s yours?” “Francis, but that’s not why I’m asking,” I reply quickly as I slide the paper over the table to him, letting him see what I just found. “That’s signed by an H E Calloway.”
