Wyatt
I took a second to pull my phone out and check my messages, finding a voicemail from Dr. Hilliard. Glancing over at Sundance, he was still in line, so I listened to the message.
“Hi, Wyatt, it’s Dr. Hilliard. Sorry to bother you on a Friday night, but we’re having some issues with Teddy and I really think it would be best if you could come down here at your earliest convenience to discuss them. Give me a call when you get this and we can set up a time.
Oh my god! What kind of issues?
I dialed his number immediately and he answered after one ring.
“Hey, Wyatt.”
“Hi. What’s going on?”
“This could have waited until tomorrow.”
“You didn’t say it could wait until tomorrow,” I pointed out. “So, what the heck’s going on?”
He sighed. “Teddy has been taking his underwear and leaving
