Susan offered an uncertain smile. “I think it was Oregon,” she said. Then she made a pained face and laid a hand on her lower abdomen. “Ouch,” she said. “There’s that uterine cramping again.”

Sanchez’s roughcast features seemed to spasm. He glanced away, cleared his throat, and then put his palms on the tabletop. His gaze was steady now, his expression uncompromising. It was the expression that FBI agents practiced in the mirror. “I need to know everyone who was there,” Sanchez said. “I need you both to look at mug shots.” He cast a meaningful glance at Archie. “We can leave Leo out of it,” he said. He directed his attention at Susan. “I’ll get my assistant in here to walk you through the database. She won’t ask too many questions, and she can help you with your … female issues.” He raised his eyebrows at Susan. “Now, can Archie and I have the room for a minute?”

“You want me to wait in the hall?” Susan asked. She was looking at Archie.

“Just for a few moments,” Sanchez said.

Susan was still looking at Archie.

“It’s okay,” Archie said.

She relented and pushed her chair back from the table, yanked the wrinkled paper bag of clothes from under her seat, and stalked out of the room into the hall. She didn’t close the door behind her and Sanchez had to get up and shut it and then sit back down.

Archie pulled the compass out of his pocket and turned it in his hand under the table.

Sanchez still had the G-man face on. “Suppose you tell me what’s going on,” he said.

Archie lifted an eyebrow, but didn’t speak. He could feel the bottle of pills in his pants pocket, pressing into his leg like a hand on his thigh.

“You know I’m an FBI agent, right?” Sanchez asked. “A trained investigator. Went to Quantico and everything.” He leaned forward slightly. “So, you want to tell me why you walked off that island wearing different clothes than the ones you had on when you arrived?”

Archie met Sanchez’s unblinking gaze. “I got dirty,” he said.

The two men looked at each other for a minute, and then Sanchez shook his head. “I told you not to get involved,” he said.

Archie couldn’t respond, not without telling Sanchez everything, and there was no way he was going to do that until he knew he could trust him.