Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Glad the world isn’t being poisoned by his existence, sure. If Roy’s right, though, and the cops are going to come after us, we need to keep our heads up.”
“True enough.”
“I can’t believe he’s forced me into this, but I have to do it for the rest of you.”
Reid let out a soft chuckle. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed you, big brother.”
I scoffed. “You’re the only one.”
“Not true. Roy and Riley missed you. Even Mom.”
“Devil woman? I don’t think so.”
“Why do you hate Mom so much? She did the best she could under the circumstances. She was Dad’s victim too.”
“You’re deluding yourself, man.”
“What could she have done better? She took care of us.”
“She hired nannies to take care of us.”
“Well…yeah. But at least she didn’t beat the hell out of us.”
“We were all bigger than she was.”
“Not always. Not until we hit eleven or so.”
True. Our mother hadn’t beaten us. She’d been indifferent, for the most part. I could have forgiven her that. I could have forgiven her almost anything, if not for that horrible conversation I’d overheard between her and Riley. But that wasn’t my story to tell. It was Riley’s.
“You’re not at all curious who did Dad in?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why you are.”
“Easy.” I picked up the cup of brown water and took another sip. “I’d like to buy him dinner, complete with a Champagne toast.”
That got another soft laugh out of my brother. “Man, I’d go in on that with you.”
“Do you think Roy and Riley would?”
“Roy, yeah. In a heartbeat. Riley’s tougher to figure out. She had a closeness with Dad that Roy and I didn’t share. Maybe because she was the only girl. I don’t know.”
If I hadn’t been sure Reid was in the dark about Dad and Riley, I was certain now. “What kind of closeness?”
“Dad would take her on trips. Big, lavish trips to places like Paris and Barcelona. They even went to Bangkok once. Roy and I finally stopped complaining about it. It didn’t do any good.”
“How old was Riley when she went on these trips with Dad?”
“It started when she was pretty young. Eight or so. They went on until she left for college. Or they might have continued, for all I know. I was already working here by then, and Roy was off in Soho painting.”
Fucking bastard.
I knew exactly what had gone on during those trips.
“I’ll tell you something, Reid. It’s a good thing somebody else murdered that prick. If he hadn’t, I might have.”
18
Lacey
Finally, the day was over, and I couldn’t wait to get home and into a hot bath. If Rock Wolfe was going to take up residence in my head, I might as well let him. I could fantasize while sitting in a luscious citrus steamy bath, a glass of wine next to me.
Why fight it? I’d get it out of my system. I’d even pull out my vibrator if I had to.
One evening ought to do it, and then I’d be freshly cleared out, kind of like doing a quick clean on my hard drive.
I was just about to leave when Charlie knocked and then opened my door.
“I thought you’d left,” I said.
“No, I was getting caught up on some filing. A call came in for you.”
“Crap. Who is it?”
“Riley Wolfe.”
I arched my eyebrows. “Really? All right. Put her through.” I picked up the buzzing phone. “This is Lacey.”
“Hi, Lacey. I’m sorry to disturb you. This is Riley Wolfe, Derek Wolfe’s daughter.”
“Hi, Riley. What can I do for you?”
“Are you free for a drink tonight? Or even dinner? I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I was just—”
“Please. Everything’s on me. We can go to the most expensive restaurant in town, if you want. I really need to talk to you.”
So much for my relaxing bath and glass of wine. I could still say no, but something in her voice sounded almost…desperate.
“No need to break the bank on my account. Just tell me where to meet you.”
Riley Wolfe had long dark hair, and curse her, she resembled Rock the most of her three brothers. Her eyes were brown, like Roy’s, but the rest of her? Rock’s male beauty in a female form would equal his little sister’s. I’d originally thought Riley most resembled Roy, but that was before Rock Wolfe had come stalking into the conference room that first day. Rock might not be as pretty as Roy, but he had that windblown look that his sister shared.
I couldn’t help thinking of him every time I looked at her.
She was quiet, which perplexed me, considering she’d invited me here to talk about…something. Something about her father’s estate, I assumed. I wouldn’t know about anything else.
She ordered a dry martini, double.