“For the next week, I’m going to increase security. Two people on site, twenty-four-seven.”

“Three shifts?” Kirk asks.

“Yes.”

“If Arrow doesn’t have the manpower, I have some buddies.”

“We’re always looking for good people. Tell Stella. She can handle the interview and onboarding.”

I step past the two men, into the house. There’s a vacuum cleaner running in a room in the back part of the house. I head back to Jack’s office.

The whiteboard the FBI had used has been cleaned. The bulletin board someone brought in has been removed. Out the back window, the ocean sparkles beneath the golden sun. The squawk of a seagull penetrates the glass.

On the oversized formal desk sits a stack of manilla folders. I flip one open. Inside are printed copies of the Sullivan Arms Board of Directors and executive team. This is the material the FBI requested to review the higher-ups.

Ryan enters the office. I glance up at him but continue flipping through the pages.

“Jack hired additional security?” I ask.

“He agreed we need to overhaul his current system. After hearing about Reyes, I decided to post the additional on-site security. And I’m sending security over to the facility for Jack and Sophia.”

“Do you think they’ll come after Sophia?”

“We don’t know what she witnessed. Chances are neither do they.”

“Whoever ‘they’ is,” I say, flipping through the photographs of the men. All men with the exception of the head of human resources, a surly older woman.

“You ready to go?”

“I’m going to take these files. Do you think Jack will mind?”

“Jack’s attention is one hundred percent on his daughter. What are you thinking?” He jerks his head to the stack of folders I have scooped up into my arms.

“These are copies of the material provided to the FBI. I just…I mean, we clearly missed something. I want to go through it all.”

“Is this for the case review and analysis?”

“It’s for the case,” I say.

“The FBI won’t need our assistance. They’re fully aware this case isn’t closed. This is a priority for the San Diego field office.”

“And probably one of the Texas offices too, right?”

“They’re probably looped in.”

It’s not until I’m seated in the helicopter, reading through the files, that Ryan’s deep tenor breaks into the headset.

“What are your next steps?”

I want to get all of these different pieces out on a wall again. Go through phone records, which are in one of the files. Thankfully, the FBI doesn’t have an aversion to printed documents. I want to go through and color code calls between executives. Explore each person’s ties. It’s the kind of work my father did in his study when working a case. It might not lead to anything other than a clear way to present the case in my review, but I can’t shake the feeling we’re missing something. We originally focused on connections to Sophia. But now I want to go through and look at connections to Larry Reyes. Because as far as I can see, there is no connection between Reyes and Sophia. And as a successful young businessman, kidnapping for ransom doesn’t fit.