I scanned the people stationed at their computers, my gaze landing on Oliver, the guy I’d met on Friday. I walked over and stopped in front of his desk.

He sat back and smiled. “I’m surprised to see you in this part of the building.”

I glanced at the person seated next to him and lowered my voice. “I was hoping you’d be able to help me with something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “A favor?”

I nodded, knowing it was cheeky to be asking for something so soon after meeting him, but I had no one else to turn to. No one with his skillset, anyway. “Do you mind if we talk in private?”

“This sounds serious.” He pushed his chair back and gestured for me to precede him into one of the meeting rooms. I sat on one side of the table, and he closed the door and sat opposite. “What’s going on?”

I bit my lip. Was this a mistake?

“You can trust me,” he urged.

“Okay.” I set my jaw. “Can you look into somebody for me?”

He cocked his head. “Is this for work?”

“Not exactly.” I cupped one of my hands with the other. They were both cold—something that tended to happen when I was stressed. “It’s my brother. It would be off the books.” I lowered my gaze. “I know I’m asking a lot. I wouldn’t be putting you in this position if I felt like I had any other choice.”

He scrubbed his palm down his face. “What are you looking for?”

I shrugged. “He might owe someone money, but he won’t tell me. I’ve got a bad feeling and want to make sure he’s safe.”

“Okay.” He placed his hands on the table and nodded. “As long as that’s all there is to it. But you’ll owe me. What’s his name?”

“Tom Lennox.”

He paled. “I didn’t know your last name was Lennox. Willow…” He reached across the table and took my hand. “We’re already looking into your brother.”

“What?” I repeated, shock chilling my insides.

He glanced over his shoulder and leaned forward. “I can’t share the details, but from what I’ve seen, you’re right. Your brother owes a lot of money and he’s in over his head in something rotten.”

My stomach plummeted. Suspecting the truth was one thing. Having it confirmed was another. “Thank you for telling me.”

I shot to my feet, my movements jerky.

Tom had dragged me into something shady, and my gut told me that Ronan was going to use it as leverage for a takeover. Why else would he order an investigation? I’d known Ronan was up to something. Damn him, and damn Tom for not being upfront with me.

“Wait,” Oliver called. I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “I just wanted to let you know that it’s not part of an investigation for a client.”

I cocked my head, not sure what he was getting at.

He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. “When an investigation isn’t connected to a client file it’s usually because one of the directors has a personal interest in the subject. If I were you, I’d talk to Ronan.”