Reid and I—we were doers. Take hold and get it done. That’s why Reid had gone into the family business.

That’s why I had left.

“You just said you weren’t threatened,” I said. “But I’m sorry I said I didn’t give a shit.”

Reid put away his phone. “Sorry.”

I wanted to take Roy seriously, but I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off Lacey. Damn, first that male model in the bar last night and now this? Men flocked to her like flies to honey. Of course they did. She was fucking luscious.

“The call came this afternoon,” he said. “To my personal cell, not my work one, which freaks me out more than a little.”

“Who has that number?”

“Just family and friends,” he said.

“No acquaintances?” I asked.

“I dated a woman a while back,” he said.

I guffawed. “You dated? You? Mr. Loner?”

“This is why I don’t tell you two when I date at all,” Roy said. “Yeah. A year ago I dated a woman for a few months. It was low-key and it didn’t last, but I gave her the number. Other than her, I don’t recall giving it to anyone outside family and close friends.”

“Do you trust all your friends?” Reid asked.

“Since I have all of two, yeah, I trust them.”

“Any reason the woman you dated would have for giving it out?” I asked.

“Not that I know of. She’s an artist too. Quiet like me.”

“And maybe ripe for the picking,” I said.

“Tell us again exactly what the guy said,” Reid said.

“He just said he had information about Dad’s murder, and then he hung up. I tried calling back but it rang and rang and rang and never went to voicemail.”

“Sounds like a hoax,” I said.

“Let’s get the number traced, first of all,” Reid said.

“Already on it,” Roy replied. “It’s an area code in—get this—Montana.”

Chills skittered across my skin. “Montana?”

“Yeah. Weird, huh? But that’s where you were when Dad was killed, and somehow, someone got your prints on the gun that did it.”

“We should tell that detective who’s working on the case,” Reid said.

My stomach dropped. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t want Roy running to that cop with this information. “Why should we do that? Let him do his own damned job.”

“He can find out if this is a hoax,” Reid said.

“Look,” I said. “I hope it is a hoax. But what if it’s not? What if someone is trying to frame me for murdering Dad?”

“They can’t frame you, Rock,” Reid said. “You weren’t in New York when it happened.”

“I know that, and you know that. But what if they decide to say I ordered it or something?”

“Then why would your prints be on the gun?”