“We are messing this up,” Chau whispered.

“Mr. Steeple,” Edana tried again, “This was an honest misunderstanding. We never even intended to write you.”

“Lying? No, sir, we cannot let you speak to Greenwood!”

Edana sighed, holding the phone next to her as Martin Steeple’s very agitated voice scratched through the speakers.

“You talk to him,” Edana whispered, handing the phone over to Chau, “I don’t think I can do it.”