Clay reached out with a shaking hand and gripped the plastic edge of the monitor.

“Every time I called him from the rig at night,” Clay said, his voice breaking, “she told me he was already asleep in bed.”

“She knew your shift schedule down to the hour,” I said.

“She knew you were twelve hundred miles off in North Dakota.”

“She swore it to me,” Clay said, staring at the screen as the video started over from the top.

“When I met her last year, she said she wanted a quiet home.