I took my phone out and called Richard’s main number.

He picked up on the second ring.

“You changed the locks on me,” I said.

“I’m protecting my property from somebody who’s acting erratic,” he said.

His voice was loud and echoey.

I could hear a diesel engine rumbling behind his words.

He was sitting in the cab of his truck.

“Hannah has an inflamed gallbladder, Richard.