“Imani, I’m looking for Willow. Is she around?”

Imani cocked her head, curious. Fortunately, she knew better than to question the boss. “She went to the print room.”

“Thank you.”

I headed for the print room and paused in the doorway. Willow was bent over the copy machine, trying to tug a torn sheet of paper from its teeth.

“Is everything okay?”

She jumped, clutching at her throat. “You scared me.”

Suspicion crept over me. What was she doing that would warrant that reaction?

I stepped into the room. “Here, let me help.”

“There’s no need for that.” Her cheeks flushed. “I can figure it out.”

Was there something she didn’t want me to see?

“I insist.” I hustled forward and pressed the button that released the section of the copier she was battling with. The sheet of paper slid free, and I snatched it before she had the chance to intervene. It was a flow diagram with colored boxes and words like Insta, FB, and a few others I didn’t recognize. Tension flooded out of my shoulders as I realized it was for her project. The one we’d hired her to complete. There was nothing nefarious going on here.

I handed it to her. “Here you go. In the future, if you press the button, it’s much easier to dismantle.”

Her flush deepened. “Thanks.”

Her gaze darted to the exit, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she’d been so jumpy if she wasn’t sneaking around on her brother’s behalf.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “You seem to be wound up about something.”

“I’m fine.” She smiled tightly. “Thanks for asking.”

With that, she took the paper from my hand and brushed past me.

I detoured via Zeke’s office and knocked on the open door. He was hunched over his computer, but a few moments later, he straightened and removed the glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

“What’s up?”

“Can you look into Willow as well as Tom? Something is going on with her, but I’m not sure what.” I felt a momentary pang of guilt but squelched it.

Zeke grinned. “Already have.” He tapped a couple of keys on his keyboard. “I thought this might happen.”

Something in my chest coiled tight. “What did you find?”

“Not much.” He put his glasses back in place and scanned the screen. “She did moderately well in college and tried to make a living as a full-time artist but failed so she joined the family business instead. Oh, and here’s something you might be interested in.” He raised his eyes. “You’re aware that her father passed away when she was nineteen and left her a sizable trust fund, but it might surprise you to know it was almost completely drained before she turned twenty-one and gained access to it.”

I frowned. “Drained how?”

“As far as I can tell, her brother embezzled nearly everything. It’s unclear whether she knew it was happening, but she’s never taken any legal action against him.”