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Total pages in book: 72
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One Wolfe wife is forced into a marriage of convenience to the man she loves desperately. Another is about to take the fall for a murder she didn’t commit. Time is running out for the Wolfes. Lacey is under arrest for the murder of patriarch Derek Wolfe, and the four Wolfe siblings—Rock, Roy, Reid, and Riley—are still considered suspects. Rock is determined to save his wife, even if it means committing murder himself, while Reid resolves to to discover the truth and avenge his love, Zee, for what she’s suffered at his father’s hand. A court order not to leave the state of New York doesn’t stop Rock and Reid. Using aliases, they venture out to find the key to this mystery once and for all. Several others are implicated, and an abduction, a death, and a long-lost relative complicate matters and bring new evidence to light. Rock and Reid will do anything to save the women they love—even if it means neither of them come out alive.
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Prologue

Zee

I’d felt more with Reid Wolfe—now my husband—than I’d ever felt before.

More than I’d ever wanted to feel.

Yes, I’d fallen hard. But I desperately wanted a husband who loved me as much as I loved him.

My flesh still numb, I walked with Reid back to the Wolfe Building. It was several blocks, and we didn’t talk.

We took the elevator up to his apartment. He gathered his staff in the dining room.

“I have some news,” he said. “This lovely lady and I were married this afternoon, so you now work for her as well as for me. Whatever she wants, please see to her needs.”

Lydia and the others were clearly surprised, but they all simply nodded and then went about their tasks.

I followed Reid to his bedroom. “I’ll have your apartment packed up and your things delivered as soon as possible.”

“My job…” I began.

“I’ll see if you can get an extended leave of absence.”

“Mo. The others. They can’t afford the rent without me.”

“That isn’t anything for you to worry about. I’ll cover it until they can get a new roommate.”

“My job…” I said again.

“I promise I’ll take care of all of it,” Reid said. “But you’ll never have to go back if you don’t want to, Zee. I’ll see that you’re always taken care of, even after the marriage ends.”

After the marriage ends…

So the marriage would end, in his eyes.

This was only temporary.

My heart broke in two.

I was in love—and married to the object of my affection.

And it was only temporary.

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Lacey

Several hours earlier…

Someone pounded on the door to the conference room.

“What is it?” Reid yelled.

“It’s me.” The voice belonged to Terrence, Reid’s assistant.

“What do you want, Terrence?” Reid demanded.

Terrence opened the door. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for—”

Two uniformed NYPD officers followed Terrence into the room. “Lacey Ward Wolfe?”

My heart thudded. “Yes?”

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Derek Wolfe.” One of the officers entered and grabbed me out of my chair. Literally gripped my shoulders and forced me into a stand.

Rock stood, his green eyes full of fire. “Hands off my wife, asshole.”

I gasped, fear surging through me. I was innocent. Innocent! “Rock, please… You’ll just get yourself in trouble.”

Rock had already been through so much in his life because of his father, Derek Wolfe. This would only add to it.

The officer cuffed my hands behind my back. I was helpless. So helpless.

I hated being helpless.

“Come on,” Reid said. “You’re really going to parade her out of here in cuffs? The wife of our CEO?”

Would they listen to Reid’s words? Would they allow me my dignity?

“I’m only following orders, sir,” the blue said.

No, they would not.

“You have the right to remain silent,” the other officer began. “Anything you say can and will be held against you. You have the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”

My Miranda rights. The Miranda case was a staple in criminal law class. Anyone who’d ever watched a police drama knew them by heart. Somehow, though, I never thought they’d be directed at me.

“She’ll have the best fucking attorney,” Rock said. “What is the basis for this arrest?”

“Detective Morgan has determined probable cause and the DA agrees,” the blue who cuffed me offered. “That’s all we know.”

Reid glared at Terrence.

We all wondered if Reid’s assistant had been behind the phone call made from Reid’s office to Rock’s landline in Montana three weeks before Derek’s death.

“I’m going with her,” Rock said. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t rest until you’re cleared.”

“I’m innocent,” I said softly.

“We know,” Reid said. “We’ll prove it.”

Handcuffed. Like a common criminal.

I sat in the back of the police car, unable to move my arms. Stiff.

Why? Why did this happen to me? I was innocent. As innocent as the day I was born. I was nowhere near Derek Wolfe the night he was murdered. Why would he want to frame me?

Except this wasn’t about me. Not at all. It was about Rock and his siblings. It was about hurting them.

I was a good attorney, damn it. What had I missed?

The squad car stopped at the NYPD Seventeenth Precinct. Rock’s driver pulled up behind him, and Rock hurried out of the back seat and walked quickly toward me.

“We’ve got this, baby,” he said. “I swear to you that we’ve got this.”

I nodded blankly as the two uniformed officers led me in. Why hadn’t Hank Morgan himself come to arrest me? Was he too good for that? He’d been gunning to make an arrest since the reading of Derek Wolfe’s will. Surely he’d want to be the one to bring me in.

Very odd.

The truth will always prevail.

I heard the words in the voice of Leon Huxby, my criminal law professor. They were his mantra. How I’d have liked to believe them, but I hadn’t then, and I didn’t now. Even though I was an estates and trusts attorney, I’d seen the justice system fail more than one person since I began practicing law six years ago…and that was just for the clients of my former law firm.

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Advertisement Rake (Wolfes of Manhattan #4) Read Online Helen Hardt http://www.books2020.com/rake-wolfes-of-manhattan-4-read-online-helen-hardt Sun, 28 Feb 2021 09:51:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rake-wolfes-of-manhattan-4-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Authors: Helen Hardt Series: Wolfes of Manhattan Series by Helen Hardt
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Reid Wolfe is a master of seducing women. This time, his life may depend on it. He’s known as the Wolfe of Manhattan. Reid Wolfe sees women as playthings, and most are happy to be arm candy and bed warmers for the handsome billionaire rake. He knows the art of seduction like no other, so surely he can get a Las Vegas showgirl into his bed in record time. He must, because she has information he and his family need to prove their innocence in their father’s murder. And Reid is at his most persuasive between the sheets. Zinnia Rehnquist, now known as Zara Jones or simply Zee, lives her life under the radar. Chorus line girls are supposed to be invisible. The audience sees the big picture, not a single dancer, and that suits Zee just fine…until Reid Wolfe shows up and turns her life upside down. He needs her to talk—to tell the story of what his father did to her—but she’s finally put that part of her life to bed. Reid is ready to pull out all the stops to get Zee under the covers and talking, but when new evidence comes to light, the game changes for everyone…and Reid finds he may feel more for the beautiful Zee than he ever meant to.
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Prologue

Reid

The Lone Wolfe.

Ha! Great pun, huh?

Within less than a month, my three siblings had all met their life mates and gotten married.

Not in the cards for me. I was the Wolfe of Manhattan, always with a new lady on my arm. Now, though, since all my siblings were off the market, I was indeed the Lone Wolfe.

The phone call I got after the wedding was from the NYPD detective on our case, Hank Morgan. Consequently, Rock and the rest of them headed back this morning on the jet.

Again, not in the cards for me.

Someone had to stay here in Las Vegas and deal with our damned luxury hotel and casino. Money is money. Words of wisdom from the bastard who’d fathered me.

Sure, all of us were being investigated for the fucker’s murder, but someone had to take care of business.

That someone was me.

Always me.

I wasn’t CEO of the company, but only I could deal with the contract mess here in Las Vegas. Story of my life. Under-appreciated to the max.

The rest of them were called back to New York for more questioning.

I wasn’t going down for his murder, and neither was anyone else in my family. Not on my watch.

Zinnia—or Zee—seemed to be the key.

I just had to get her to talk.

The Wolfe of Manhattan.

I’d never met a woman I couldn’t seduce.

So I’d seduce her.

And oh, she’d talk.

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Zee

My mother was the typical Long Island “stage mom.” She’d decided as soon as I crawled out of her womb that I was going to be in show business. I spent my formative years being dragged to audition after audition. What little time left was devoted to ballet, tap, and acting classes.

I was good at the dance part. I always got top roles in all the recitals. The acting part? Not so much. I got a commercial here and there, probably based solely on the fact that I was a really cute kid. The big break my mother hoped for never came.

Then puberty hit. I grew to five feet ten inches seemingly overnight, which ended any dance aspirations as well. My mother’s answer?

Modeling, of course. I was thin, well-built, a natural blonde, and free of an awkward stage, so she enrolled me in classes. Yeah, we really did walk with books on our heads. I also learned how to create the perfect smoky eye.

You know, things you need in life.

Despite my mother’s persistence, no agent ever signed me, and by the time I turned eighteen, my modeling career—if it ever truly existed—was effectively over.

My mother was more disappointed than I was.

I wasn’t disappointed at all. I was free! Free to pursue what I wanted. I’d been homeschooled by a tutor because of my grueling schedule, so when I was a high school graduate—or the equivalent thereof—I accepted admission to Smith College in Massachusetts. I drove my car—the one luxury my mother allowed me—to college via a stop in the city to do all the touristy things my mom never took the time to show me—sights I’d been promised by my mother after I made it in modeling. Which of course never happened.

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Advertisement Runaway (Wolfes of Manhattan #3) Read Online Helen Hardt http://www.books2020.com/runaway-wolfes-of-manhattan-3-read-online-helen-hardt Sat, 28 Nov 2020 19:44:00 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/runaway-wolfes-of-manhattan-3-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: Erotic, Romance Authors: Helen Hardt Series: Wolfes of Manhattan Series by Helen Hardt
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Riley Wolfe is finally free from her past. So why is she still running? Coming to terms with her father’s death and her own implication in his murder has sent Riley reeling, so she does what she does best. She runs. Not only from her home but from herself, ending up in a small town in Montana. Matteo Rossi lives a modest life, doing construction, making silver jewelry, and renting out the cabin he inherited from his uncle. He’s happy and has no wish for anything else, until a beautiful renter from the east comes hurtling into his life. Passion erupts between Matt and Riley, but Matt soon discovers his lovely renter isn’t who she claims to be. When she disappears, he’s determined to find her, even if it means walking through fire.
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Prologue

Riley

The beauty of being my father’s daughter was that he’d taught me from a young age to be a proficient liar. I could convince anyone of anything. All I had to do was smile, flutter my eyes a little, and wiggle my ass when I walked away.

Worked great on the runway.

All eyes on me.

Except when I wanted to disappear.

My father had taught me that, as well.

Not only could I make the marks on my skin disappear, I could disappear wholly.

Usually at his behest. This last time?

All me.

He was gone. Burning in the flames of hell, I hoped.

Still he saw me. I felt his nauseating gaze I felt his nauseating gaze on my body, his clammy touch on my flesh. That’s why I burned myself sometimes.

After all, I’d been taught well how to hide scars.

Sometimes, though, even burning didn’t help.

Sometimes, I wasn’t sure anything ever would.

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Riley

I chose Montana because of Rock.

I had the address of his cabin, but of course I didn’t go there. That would be the first place he and Reid would look for me. No, I chose a cabin in a remote little town in big sky country. I paid cash for a week’s lodging.

I also paid cash for my rental car, and it was easy enough not to leave a trace. My father had outfitted me with two fake IDs as soon as I turned eighteen. He had his reasons.

His abhorrent, disgusting reasons.

As far as I knew, my brothers weren’t aware of my aliases.

Chloe Mansfield.

Today I was Chloe Mansfield.

The GPS in the car led me to the small cabin. I chose small for a reason. I wanted to escape my life, and part of escaping my life was escaping the glamour and glitz. This week I wasn’t Riley Wolfe, heiress and supermodel.

This week, I was Chloe Mansfield, regular woman.

I pulled my long dark hair back into a high ponytail, and I wore no makeup. My skin felt like it could breathe for the first time in ages. I liked the feeling.

I pulled up to the cabin and parked the car in the tiny driveway. When I got out, I looked up at the big blue sky and inhaled.

Not only my skin was breathing. I was breathing for the first time in what felt like forever.

My father was dead.

Dead and cremated.

At this moment, my brothers were planning his memorial service. I had no qualms about missing it. Oh, I kept up with the family news. I knew full well we had all been implicated in his murder.

I also knew full well that none of my brothers nor I had killed the asshole. We all had reasons, but we weren’t killers. Rock hadn’t even been in the state when it happened.

Roy, Reid, and I had been in Manhattan, and none of us had alibis. Of course, I knew where I’d been, and it wasn’t at my father’s penthouse murdering him, although the thought certainly had merit.

I had been in my apartment, coked out. Not my finest moment, but I wasn’t about to berate myself. My life, to this point, had been both blessed and cursed. To the outside world, all that was visible was the blessed part. I was born with beauty, brains, and a wealthy family. That was all most people ever saw. Even my brothers Roy and Reid only saw that part of me. They saw me as Daddy’s little girl. Daddy’s favorite. At least up until a day or two ago.

I was Daddy’s favorite, all right. It hadn’t cost me much.

Only my soul.

I inhaled again, relishing the clean air of mountainous Montana. Then I strode to the lockbox, used the combination sent to me by the owner, and let myself in.

A rustic little—and I did mean little—living room greeted me. It looked much bigger on the website, but that was okay.

I was here to disappear, and I didn’t need vast space to do that.

The floors were dark hardwood, and a faux bearskin rug sat in front of the fireplace. Yeah, it was faux. I’d asked when I’d seen pictures. Lying on the skin of a beautiful animal didn’t sound like relaxation to me. A few logs sat in a brass basket next to the fireplace. Strange, since it was summer. Part of me wished it weren’t, though, because I would’ve loved a fire.

To the right of the living room was the kitchen, also small but perfect. Not that I had ever cooked a meal in my life. I laughed out loud. I’d have to go into the small town and hit up the tiny grocery store for some frozen entrées. Lean Cuisine, probably, and of course some brown rice and vegetables.

My mother had trained me well from the beginning. Only good fats, and we kept those to a bare minimum. No dairy, no fatty meats, and no white flour or white rice. Whole-grain breads only, and again, at a minimum.

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A secret lies trapped in the deepest recesses of Roy Wolfe’s mind. And it’s slowly drowning him. When Charlene Waters’s boss married the new CEO of Wolfe Enterprises after a whirlwind romance, she brought her assistant along for the ride. Charlie now has a cushy new job at the billion dollar company, and she’s excited to begin her new venture. Roy Wolfe is a recluse. He’s never taken an active role in his family’s business, and he has no desire to now. He’s only in the office to deal with the fallout from his father’s murder. He, along with the rest of his siblings, have all been implicated. Meeting Charlie Waters with the gorgeous silver eyes complicates things. Their chemistry is immediate and passionate, but he can’t be what she deserves. Roy knows his father was hiding something even more sinister than his brothers and sister can imagine—something he witnessed years ago that he can’t bring to his conscious mind. But he must—for Charlie, and for his family. Or they may all pay the ultimate price.
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Prologue

Roy

The secret had lodged in my gut, always present, sometimes churning, and occasionally clawing its way up my throat as acidic bile, eating through my flesh.

For most of my life I’d ignored it. Not like I hadn’t had years to tamp it down, pretend it didn’t exist. Days had begun to pass where I didn’t think about it. Days turned into weeks, into months, eventually into years.

But always it was there, like a black cancer haunting me from the inside out.

Who to trust?

I was a recluse, never close to anyone, really—certainly not anyone in my family.

Flying to Montana to talk to Rock had been a mistake. I couldn’t expose my secret with his girlfriend there—his girlfriend who was a lawyer, for God’s sake.

Now I existed in a perpetual cold sweat, trapped in the ultimate mindfuck.

Help me. Please. Help me.

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Charlie

My new employer was Wolfe Enterprises.

Seriously.

A new position, a new title, a posh new office, and a hefty raise in pay.

Life was good.

Moving over to the Wolfe Plaza Tower was easier than I’d ever imagined. Everything stayed. I gathered only my few personal items to take with me to my new office. Yes, I’d have my own office!

I’d been the assistant to Lacey Ward since she became an associate at the law firm. She hired me herself. I was fresh out of paralegal school and green as they come. That was six years ago. Lacey was the youngest attorney ever to make partner at our prestigious Manhattan firm…and now she was leaving.

For good reason.

Rock Wolfe was the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. He was also Lacey’s new husband. They’d met, fallen in love, and gotten married in a span of a couple weeks. Why the rush? I didn’t know and I hadn’t asked. Lacey was my boss, not my friend. Not to say we weren’t friendly. I called her by her first name and we sometimes shared a drink after work, but we’d never be besties. We were just too different.

She was all business.

Which didn’t explain her behavior the last few weeks. A quickie wedding to Rock Wolfe was so not Lacey Ward. Er…Lacey Wolfe.

Definitely not. Neither was leaving the firm where she’d gotten her start to take a position with her new husband’s company. Her position? Special counsel to the CEO. My position? Executive assistant to special counsel to the CEO.

I loved working with Lacey, and truthfully, I would have followed her just about anywhere.

My generous six-figure salary? Icing on the cake.

Getting away from Blaine Foster? Sugary sprinkles on the icing.

Blaine, a senior partner at the firm, and I had dated a few times. He was old enough to be my father, for sure, but still a sexy silver-haired fox. Problem was, he’d gotten a little too serious with me a little too fast. I wasn’t in the market for a permanent relationship, especially not one with a man twice my age who already had grown children. I wanted children of my own…just not quite yet.

I swallowed as I entered the Wolfe Plaza Tower.

Oh. My. God.

If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought I was walking into a luxury hotel. Marble tile on the floors, walnut fixtures, and lush paintings on the wall. I’d always been interested in art, in fact had dabbled on my own. I’d considered studying art but had needed to get a marketable skill quickly to pay my bills. My mother couldn’t afford college, and my father was busy with second wife and new kids. I couldn’t afford a student loan payment and a career as a starving artist. Six months of paralegal school at a community college, and my fast and accurate fingers had earned me a job as Lacey’s assistant.

I strolled through the lobby of the building, eyeing the artwork. One painting in particular drew me in. It was oil on canvas, an abstract, but the darkness of the work immediately made my heart sad.

I wasn’t sure why. I couldn’t discern any actual images, but the dark reds and blues were twisted together in a corkscrew pattern that almost seemed like a crash into some secret madness.

“Wow,” I said out loud.

“What do you think?”

I jerked slightly at the low voice behind me. I turned and held back a gasp. The most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on stood a foot away from me, his dark eyes meeting my gaze. He was tall, almost a foot taller than I was. Thank goodness for stilettos. His nearly black hair was long and pulled back into a low ponytail. He wore a crisp designer suit but no tie, the top two buttons of his white cotton shirt undone. Dark stubble graced his jawline.

“Wow,” I said again.

“Thank you,” he said.

Warmth crept up to my cheeks. He’d asked what I thought of the painting, but I wasn’t responding to his query. The “wow” was all him.

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Advertisement Rebel Read online Helen Hardt (Wolfes of Manhattan #1) http://www.books2020.com/rebel-1-read-online-helen-hardt Thu, 21 Feb 2019 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/rebel-1-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC Authors: Helen Hardt Series: Wolfes of Manhattan Series by Helen Hardt
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When Rock Wolfe was fourteen, he tried to kill his father. Twenty years later, someone else finished the job. Now Rock is returning to New York for the reading of the billionaire's will. No way did Derek Wolfe leave anything to his oldest son, but according to Rock's brother, his presence is required. Estate attorney Lacey Ward isn't looking forward to the reading. None of Derek Wolfe's children will be happy, least of all his oldest. When Rock enters the conference room, Lacey is stunned. He's a rebel--a biker all muscled and gorgeous in black leather. This won't be easy, especially since she can't stop staring at him. Rock pays no attention to the reading. He's lost in a fantasy of bending his father's hot attorney over a desk. He's not a commitment kind of guy, though, and she screams white picket fence. Sparks fly between them, but the murder lurks in the back of their minds. Rock knows all his family's secrets...or so he thinks. Mysteries seem to hide everywhere--mysteries that threaten not only his and Lacey's future but their lives as well.
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Rock

When I was fourteen years old, I tried to kill my father.

The stunt had cost me my freedom. I’d have gladly spent the rest of my life imprisoned as the love slave of a Greek battalion had I been successful. But to be put through hell when the bastard was still alive? So not worth it.

Military school. Not just any military school, but a private academy where millionaires sent their troubled kids to be beaten down, where the rules were that there were no rules. Where survival of the fittest was no longer reserved for the animal kingdom.

I survived.

I grew stronger living through the hell that was Buffington Academy. Secluded in the Adirondacks, the school was home to the most spoiled young men in the world…and the most troubled. After two weeks, I knew I didn’t belong there, but I spent four years in that hellhole.

Those years made me wish for juvie.

But no, my parents didn’t turn me in. Instead…Buffington.

I spent those years plotting my father’s demise, but of course by the time I turned eighteen and released myself, I knew better. I’d learned my lesson. My father wasn’t worth it. Trying to take him out had cost me four years of my life.

Even so, I dreamed of his death. It was no less than he deserved.

But when it finally happened, I was totally unprepared.

“Dad’s dead,” my brother Reid said into the phone when I answered.

I froze, as if ice water had replaced the blood in my veins.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah. What happened?”

“We’re not sure yet. But I have to ask you, bro…”

“What?”

“Were you anywhere near Dad’s penthouse last night?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Someone shot him in the head in the penthouse.”

I couldn’t help a chuckle. Most guys might freak out hearing this kind of news. Not me. The bastard had it coming.

“They’re going to get in touch with you,” Reid continued.

“I’m at my cabin, Reid. And by the way, you don’t sound too broken up.”

“None of us are. He was a bastard. That’s public knowledge.”

“So why the interrogation? There’re a thousand people who probably wanted him dead.”

“True, but Dad sent you away when you were so young. The cops are going to think you might be getting back at him.”

“Don’t you think I’d have done something before now?”

“Whatever, man. Still, Riley, Roy, and I need to know. Did this in any way involve you?”

“I just told you. I’m home.”

“You could have hired it out.”

Seriously? I’d been a model citizen since I left Buffington—well, maybe not model in the sense of perfect, since I’d been arrested in a biker brawl once, but I hadn’t started it and the charges were dropped. I’d driven after too many drinks a few times, but I hadn’t gotten caught. I’d made my own money, never stole a dime. And never took one penny from that motherfucker who’d fathered me. Not that he would have given me any. I had a few biker buds who might have been able to handle a contract on a human life, but I’d have never asked.

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.”

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