“No. I won’t leave you. I love you, Rock.”

“God, I love you too. I love you so fucking much. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

How long had it been since I’d allowed myself to fully feel something? Too damned long. Riley. My baby sister. My love for her was what had propelled me to protect her. I’d failed her.

I wouldn’t fail a person I loved again. Ever.

Lacey pulled away again, but this time she wasn’t rigid. She met my gaze. “Who else knows why you were sent away?”

“Only my mother, as far as I know.”

“Okay, then. Damage should be minimal, unless your mother has talked.”

“Connie Wolfe? Talk? Not a chance. She’d look less than perfect in the world’s eyes if she knew her son had attempted murder at fourteen and her dead husband had molested his only daughter.”

“Are you sure Riley is the only one he molested?”

“Yeah. Well, I think so. He never touched me sexually. And Roy and Reid never said anything. The bastard used to kick Reid’s ass on a regular basis. He pretty much said he was the new target after I got shipped off.”

“And all your siblings have alibis?”

“As far as I know.”

“I can see now why you think your mother is behind the deputy trying to arrest me.”

“I’m still not convinced otherwise,” I said. “But we’re not going to leave any stone unturned. We need to solve this, Lace.”

“Yeah. Before I get arrested.”

“You won’t get arrested. Let’s go talk to the doorman right now.”

“Who?” I demanded. “Who’s been asking questions?”

The doorman went pale. “A detective, Hank something.”

“Morgan,” Lacey said.

“Yeah, that’s him. And another guy.”

“Who?” I demanded again.

“I…can’t. He had a…gun. Said he’d kill me.”

“If you don’t give me the name, I’ll fucking ki—”

“Rock”—Lacey grabbed my arm—“that isn’t helping.” She turned to the doorman. “Bobby, someone is trying to implicate me in a crime. We need to know who it is.”

“He didn’t tell me his name.”

“Of course he didn’t,” I scoffed.

“Can you describe him at least?”

“He wore a black overcoat.”

“Yeah, that’s helpful,” I said.

“The guy had a gun on me. I wasn’t exactly noticing the details.”

“It’s okay,” Lacey said to Bobby. “I know you were on duty that night when I got home. Do you remember?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“You were also on duty the next morning, when I left the building. Remember?”

“Yeah. But I wasn’t on during the night.”

“I know,” Lacey said. “We’ll talk to the night guy. I rarely see him. What’s his name?”

“There are two. Blaine and Humphrey. I don’t remember who relieved me that evening or who was there the next morning.”