“Yeah, I’m great. Just busy.” Her voice sounds distracted. “I know your staff said you’re not working today, so I’m sorry to call, I just wanted to get these books balanced from before the opening of Saint Clare’s so I can move on to working through the last month.”

“Yeah, I’ll help however I can, but I wasn’t lying when I said this isn’t my main department.”

Her sigh is tinged in frustration. “Any idea of when your brother will be back?”

The reminder that no, I fucking don’t shifts anxiety back into my gut. “Sorry, no. He’s out of range for a bit.”

There’s a long silence, and I check if she’s hung up, but the line is still showing as active.

“Livy?”

“No, I’m here, I …”

Her tone catches my interest. “Is something wrong?”

“Potentially. It might be nothing.”

“Do you want to explain that?”

There’s some rapid clicking on her end. “Those cash withdrawals you weren’t sure about on the statements happened again.”

I’m not following all of that, but judging by the worry tinging her words, I know it’s not pointing to anything good. “Okay …”

“Yesterday, there were multiple cash withdrawals for the same amount. Here’s the thing. Large cash withdrawals for the same amount at the same time every month raises red flags. It’s either illicit substances, a loan that’s trying to be hidden, or … services people don’t want anyone to find out about. In my experience, it’s rarely a good thing.”

Okay, that I understand. Considering how preoccupied I was yesterday, I know for certain I didn’t take that money, and there’s only one other person with access to our account.

Colin.

“Can you see where the money was taken from?”

“Yeah, it’s got the ATM details there.”

“Okay …”

“Reilly, I know this is none of my business, but I’m going to be honest with you. This looks shady as fuck, and I need you to be honest with me about whether I should keep working on this? If I dig deeper and find anything illegal, I have to report it.”

Illegal. Colin? The guy who plays by every rulebook? “To be honest right back,” I say, “I have no idea what you could find.”

I rack my memory, trying to figure out if I actually do know about them and forgot.

But … this has to mean Colin’s alive. Doesn’t it?

Unless someone has his card and PIN for that account. But to have his PIN, they’d have to have had him. The amounts matching up means this wasn’t a random person stealing from us.

Shit.

“This is going to sound strange,” I say, “but can you keep working on it? Send me the ATM details. I’ll, umm, deal with it.”

“I’m not in the business of getting myself into trouble,” she says.