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Luckily, I was very good about providing proof of where I was at.

A necessity when you spend so much time in trouble with the law.

I had to provide my alibis myself, since I didn’t have any friends, coworkers or acquaintances.

“I need to know where you were last night. Possibly between the hours of twelve and four in the morning,” he ground out.

Of course he did.

“Well,” I said, “I was at home, like always. I was playing a new beta-game for a work friend. I was on live stream until around four this morning. You can check that if you don’t believe me.”

He didn’t.

I could see that in his eyes.

“How would one check this out?” he asked.

I gave him my live stream account, then explained in detail where he could find the timestamps.

He looked it up, watched the video on his phone for a few seconds, then muttered, “What game?”

“Something between Grand Theft Auto and Halo. It has to do with aliens and stuff like that,” I explained. “It’ll be a popular game.”

I was sure of it.

Though I wouldn’t necessarily call Greg a friend, or an acquaintance.

We were both too introverted for that.

He built games, and I tested them out. Fixed any bugs, offered insights on how to make them better, then helped him with whatever that he needed help with along the way.

I did this for several other game creators, thanks to Greg’s friends.

It was a hell of a job, and I was lucky as fuck that I’d fallen into it.

What was even greater was that, in the last couple of years, I’d turned into a highly sought after game designer, and everyone wanted to get me to work on their games.

I could be as selective as I wanted, and the world knew it.

Black cleared his throat, and I realized that at some point he’d said something more to me, but I’d missed it.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s good that you have an alibi, because I have no fuckin’ clue what’s going on here,” he informed me. “Your parents don’t show any signs of a struggle. It looks like they both just sat down and didn’t get back up.”

I barely refrained from saying, “Leo probably drugged them.”

I’m sure his medical examiner would figure that out eventually.

Looking at my mom, I knew that she didn’t sit there on her own volition.

She was never outside in the winter. She hated the cold.

And she especially wouldn’t have come outside in the dead of winter without any clothes on.

My dad, either, for that fact.

I relayed that information to Black, and he nodded. “Montanans aren’t stupid.”