“But how—”

I stopped him with a gesture. “I was arrested a couple years ago for brawling in a bar, okay? The charges were dropped, but not before they took my prints and a mug shot. But I’ll remind you again that I wasn’t in this damned state when my father was killed.”

“I know that, and it’s been corroborated,” Hank said. “But someone sure wants us to think you were there.”

“Probably my bastard of a father,” I said.

“Rock,” Roy said, “why would Dad put you in charge of his company and then have himself killed and try to frame you for his murder? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Did the asshole ever make sense in his life?” I roared.

“Not as a father, no,” Reid agreed. “But this is his business. If he left it in your hands, he sure as hell wouldn’t want you hauled off to prison. Then what? According to his will, none of us would get anything.”

I scoffed. “Maybe that was his plan the whole time.”

Both my brothers’ eyes widened. Yeah. I’d made them think. And while they didn’t want to believe what I’d said, their eyes told me they weren’t totally convinced.

“Do you have any enemies?” Hank asked me.

“Other than my dead father? No.”

“You just said you were in a fight in a bar.”

“With an asshole from out of town who tried something on one of my friends, but he was hardly the type who could have a billionaire murdered to frame me.”

“How do you know? Do you remember his name?”

“Hell, no, I don’t remember his name. I never saw him again. Go get the police report if you want details.”

“I will. But for now, think back. You’ve been gone from New York a long time. Did you leave any unfinished business here? Or maybe in Montana? Did you have a falling out with anyone? Something major?”

I’d had more than that one brawl in biker bars, but none of those jerks were smart enough to plant my fingerprints on a weapon. “None that I can think of.”

“How about women? A jilted lover, maybe?”

I hadn’t had any serious relationships to speak of. I’d dated a few women, but everything had always ended amicably. At least I’d thought so. I only got serious with one. Of course I’d had my share of no-strings fucks as well. “No.”

“Work problems?”

“No.”

“All right. Good enough. We’ll have to attack it from your father’s angle then. There must be someone who wanted your father dead and wanted you blamed for it. Any ideas?”

“I’m sure a lot of people wanted my father dead,” I said. And I’m one of them.

“I can’t disagree with my brother,” Reid said. “Derek Wolfe had plenty of enemies. But it was all business.”