Wolfe clenched his fist on his jean-clad leg to keep from reaching for her to offer comfort. “What else?” he asked instead.

She pushed her notes toward him. “I diagrammed the people they’ve talked to.”

“Is Frank Spanek one of them?” he asked, wondering if there was a connection to the guy who’d had them drugged.

“No.” Dana smoothed her hair away from her face. Today she’d worn nice jeans and a short-sleeved green shirt that brought out the color of her eyes. The dark smudges beneath her eyes did nothing to detract from her beauty. “The police estimate that Candy was missing for almost two days, maybe more, before anybody knew.”

Guilt. He recognized it. “That’s not your fault, Dana.”

“I know, but I’d been meaning to take her to lunch, and we both just got busy.” Even Dana’s lips were pale.

He had to get her into bed to sleep, as soon as they finished this debriefing. “Anything else?”

“They’re still looking at Candy’s current boyfriend, Brett Sawyer, who’s an investment banker. He doesn’t have an alibi for the time they think Candy was taken, and supposedly a neighbor heard them arguing a few days before that.” Dana scrubbed both hands down her face. “I find his involvement doubtful. I figure this is bigger than a domestic dispute. Not that domestic disputes aren’t big, but you know what I mean.”

Wolfe nodded. “I do. This feels less personal and more businesslike, for some reason. But we should check out Brett, anyway.”

“Agreed. Let’s do that tomorrow.” She sat back, partially turning toward him. “What did you discover?”

He tapped his fingers on the Captive membership list. “I’m about a quarter through members and haven’t found much of interest, yet.” Leaning to the side, he tugged another list his way. “I’ve done a breakdown of the caterer and entertainment for the night, and we’ll research the employees and talk to the owners of the club soon. So far, I haven’t found the woman who served us the drinks, or how she relates to Frank Spanek and ultimately Albert Nelson. It has to all be connected, and my guess it all stems from Candy’s story and her disappearance. It makes more sense that way.” He’d looked up pictures of everyone he’d researched so far, using social media.

“Do you remember what the woman who drugged us looked like?” Dana asked.