Jaclyn rounded on me, her eyes narrowed and glittering.

“Clay left him in my care, Agnes.

I’m the one who handles his schedule while your son works eighty hours a week on an oil rig.”

“Where’s Clay right now?” Officer Vance asked me.

“Minot, North Dakota,” I said.

“He’s on a two-week rotation.”

Red lights swept across the kitchen window as a second vehicle pulled into the long gravel driveway.

Tires crunched to a stop beside my Buick.