The asshole warranted better than a paid hitman who bore him no ill will. He deserved to be taken out by someone he’d wronged, someone who could look into his cold eyes so he knew who was doing the deed.

There were a ton of us out there.

“I didn’t,” I told my brother. “Trust me. I had nothing to do with it. But I’m glad the asshole’s dead.”

“None of us are crying, like I said.” Reid sighed through the phone line. “Thank God.”

“Relieved, are you?”

“Of course. You’re my big brother. I don’t want you rotting in prison for the rest of your life.”

I hadn’t seen my brothers and sister in years. Reid was the only one who kept in touch with me regularly. I heard from Roy and Riley every once in a while. Roy didn’t keep in touch with anyone, and Riley had her own issues.

“I won’t be. I was out on a ride last night with buddies who can vouch for me. I got in around one a.m.”

“They think the murder occurred around four this morning. You couldn’t have gotten here by then.”

“Plus the fact that I’m still in Montana right now.”

“Yeah. Right. I’m not thinking straight.” Reid cleared his throat. “You need to get on the next flight to New York.”

“Fuck that. I’m not coming home.”

“You have to. The cops want to talk to you.”

“There’s this little thing called a phone.”

“Damn it, Rock. You need to come home.”

“Burn him and be done with it. You don’t need me for that.”

“We haven’t made any funeral arrangements yet.”

“What do you need me for, then?”

“The attorneys are reading Dad’s will tomorrow morning.”

“Why the hell should I care? You know he didn’t leave me a damned penny.”

“It specifies that we all have to be present. They won’t read it without you there.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The bastard was going to rub my nose in it from the grave. All his billions…and I’d get nothing.

Not that I cared.

Much, anyway.

“Sorry,” Reid said. “But it’ll be good to see you, bro. I’ve…missed you.”

Truthfully, I’d missed him as well. He was my youngest brother, and he and I had been close once. Roy, who fell between us, was a classic introvert who’d spent most of his childhood in his room painting or reading. That left Reid to be my primary playmate, even though he was five years younger. Riley hadn’t come around until I was eight and Reid was three.

“All right. I’ll get a flight.”

“I’m one step ahead of you. I’m emailing you your confirmation. Pack a bag. Your flight leaves out of Helena in three hours.”

2

Lacey

The estate of Derek Paul Wolfe…