“If that’s it,” Reid said, “I agree with Rock. We find out what we can, but there’s no reason to go running to the cops or to even be worried.”

“Why me?” Roy asked. “Why didn’t they call one of you?”

“My guess is someone got hold of your private cell number and is playing some dumbass game,” I said.

“Agreed.” Reid nodded.

“I don’t know. I have a weird feeling about it,” Roy said. “I feel like something shady is going on.”

“Something shady probably is going on,” Reid said. “Our dad had a lot of enemies out there. But none of that has anything to do with us.”

“How do you know that for sure?”

“Because the three of us aren’t Dad,” Reid said. “Hell, Rock hasn’t even been here in over a decade. I haven’t made any enemies in business. Well…not any that would resort to murder.”

“But it’s Dad’s business. By extension, you are Dad.” Roy set his glass down and picked up the filled one the barkeep had set in front of him.

“Don’t,” Reid said. “Just don’t. I’m not anything like Dad.”

“I don’t mean it that way,” Roy said. “But you were his righthand man in the company.”

“You’re making me feel pretty shitty right about now, bro,” Reid said. “Besides, if someone’s after me, why did you get the call?”

Roy went pale.

Yeah, he knew something.

Was he involved?

I doubted it. Roy was a good man. But was he hiding something?

Absolutely.

“Look, Roy,” I said. “You need to be straight with us. If there’s something you’re not telling us, we can’t help you.”

“Nothing,” he said again—again not meeting my gaze. “Just the phone call.”

I nodded, though I didn’t believe him. But now was not the time to push. He wasn’t in any immediate danger that I could see, and I had a hot woman waiting for me at her place. “All right. You call me if you need anything. Got it?”

“Me too, bro,” Reid said. “I’m with you, Rock. I have an international conference call in about”—he checked his phone—“an hour, and I need to prepare some stuff. Let’s go. You okay here, Roy?”

He took another sip of his drink. “I’m good.”

“You call,” I said again. “Anytime.”

Roy nodded. Reid and I walked through the tavern and outside.

“What do you think?” Reid asked.

“He’s hiding something,” I said. “I haven’t been around for a while, but he’s still the brother I remember. Quiet and studious, and something’s got him freaked.”

“I agree. Too bad we’re both busy tonight. I wouldn’t mind getting him completely blasted to get him talking.”

“Another time,” I said, hailing a cab. “Where’s Riley tonight?”