“In a moment.” Hargrove looked past him at Elias. “Who is this gentleman?”, he asked Fitch. “A customer. There was a small misunderstanding —” Hargrove cut him off, “I’d like to hear from him.” He looked at Elias directly, the way people looked at other people when they actually wanted to know something. “What brought you in today, sir?”
“I was called in after my wife passed away,” Elias said. “Something about her account. I had a ten o’clock appointment with Mr. Fitch.” He glanced at the clock without meaning to. “It’s nearly noon.” There was a pause. “What was your wife’s name?”