Harrison frowned and pushed his reading glasses farther down his nose.

“Blackwood Timber is registered under your personal state tax ID, Dean.”

“It was a holding company Daniel asked me to set up,” Dean said, the words coming faster now.

“He wanted to pay off his personal debts before the fishing trip.”

“Daniel never asked you to set up a shell company,” I said.

“He hired Vance to do a private audit three days before he disappeared.”

Dean turned back to me, every trace of calm gone from his face.