My mind was a whirl of information, the biggest piece being why Willie hadn’t told me about how much financial trouble she was really in. I stormed through the front door, tempted to slam it. The smell of coffee came from the kitchen, but Willie was in the bedroom, getting ready for work. “What was that all about?” she asked as she worked a towel through her hair. I stood in the doorway, anger welling in me. “You want to tell me why I’m working my ass off, trying to find out who killed Nick O’Rourke, and you’re holding back information?” “What?” Her hands dropped and the towel fell to the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I just got through talking to Spillman, and she says that not only do you have a lot of financial debt, but that you just increased the coverage on your insurance policy. But that’s not what you told me.”
