“Why are you calling the site line at a quarter to two in the morning?”

“I’m at Tulsa General,” I said.

“Benji is in the emergency room.”

The engine noise behind him died away as Clay moved off the rig floor.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Is he sick?”

“I found him locked in the kennel out back at eleven o’clock,” I said.

“Jaclyn had a padlock on the latch while she was inside drinking wine.”