Chapter 6: The Name on the Line

Killian set me down in the chair. He did not let go of my hand. "Killian Desmond Rourke," he said. Patrice's pen stopped an inch above the paper. "I'm sorry," she said. "Say that again?" "Killian Desmond Rourke." He pulled out a chair, sat, and slid his driver's license across the table without looking away from her. "R-O-U-R-K-E." Behind me, my aunt made a noise like a punctured tire. "Sir," Patrice said carefully, "I have to inform you that once this is filed, this is legally binding....