There was only one logical guess, but Sheriff Huggins beat Charlie to it.

“Marco Solis.”

“And the sheriff swoops in for the win.” Frost held his hand up for a high five, but the sheriff left him hanging. “Okay . . . If you can’t already tell, you’ll notice that Ms. Benedict is a little less frigid in these photos—and I’m referring to more than the tropical location. Agent Padello said these photos were taken about three years ago on a lovely beach in the French Riviera.”

“Why was the FBI taking photos of Annika Benedict and Marco Solis three years ago in France?”

“That is a good question, Deputy Lynch.” Frost rubbed his hands together and then popped his knuckles before he started typing. “They weren’t.”

A second later, a picture of an Arab man flashed to the screen. With dark hair and a goatee, the man held a cigarette in his mouth as he looked off into the distance from the deck of a luxurious boat.

“Meet Abas Nawabi.”

“Should we know this man?”

“Probably not.” Frost lifted his shoulders. “But the FBI believes he’s got connections with a terrorist organization inside Afghanistan.”

“Frost, you have me completely lost.” Sheriff Huggins exhaled. “What does this guy have to do with Annika and Marco Solis?”

Frost tapped the photos. “Sir, the real question is why is Annika hanging out with a drug dealer and a suspected terrorist?”

Charlie opened the desk drawer and pulled out a sketch. It was the face of the man Lane said was in her shop after hours asking questions about her dead husband and their little boy. The one who may or may not have been outside the café tampering with the alarm system. And possibly the one who ran Lane and Noah off Old Ogeechee Road. “Sir, this is Marco Solis.”

Sheriff Huggins’s face drew taut as his eyes passed between the sketch and the photo. “He’s been here.”

“And he may be the killer.” As Charlie thought about how close Marco Solis had gotten to Lane and Noah, anger rose in his chest. But why was Solis going after her? His cell phone rang before he could voice his questions. “It’s Agent Edmonds.”

“Answer it,” Sheriff Huggins said. “He might be interested in this.”

“Agent Edmonds, I have you on speakerphone. Sheriff Huggins and Deputy Frost are here with me.” He set his phone on the table between them. “We’ve got something here that might interest you.”

“Hmm, looks like the stars are aligning in both our favors, because I’ve got some interesting news for you too.”

Charlie looked to Sheriff Huggins for permission and received a quick nod. “You go first, Agent Edmonds.”

“I have two pieces of information. Good and bad. Which do you prefer to hear first?”

“Good,” Charlie said as his voice collided with that of Frost, who opted to hear the bad news first.