She climbed in the truck to wait for Nate, and mercifully, just five minutes later, he knocked on her window. When she opened the door, he said, "You want to drive?"

She slid to the passenger seat. "I haven't driven in years, Nate. You don't want me to drive."

He seemed relieved but didn't say anything as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Well?"

"I don't think he had anything to do with it."

Nate started the truck but didn't shift into drive. He turned to tell her what happened, but she stopped him.

"Why don't you call Garrison? He wanted to hear, too."

"You talked to him?"

"He had to go." She handed Nate the folded piece of paper. "He wants you to call."

Nate dialed, and the sound of ringing came through the speakers. Bluetooth cars. Another new thing she'd heard of but hadn't experienced in Mexico.

Garrison answered a moment later, and Nate told them both what Anderson had to say.

"He has a theory. He says a lot of the people at G&K share it."

"What's that?" Garrison asked.

"That Marisa was able to gain access to Charles's accounts because they were"—he glanced at Marisa—"sleeping together."

"What!" Her whole body vibrated with rage.

Garrison said nothing.

Nate ignored Marisa's outburst. "You heard that, Garrison?"

"A few of them expressed that theory to me, yeah."

The very idea that people thought she and that...that terrible man had been together turned her stomach. She looked at Nate.

He met her eyes.

"Do you believe it?" Marisa asked.

"No." Nate's gaze never left hers. "Not for a minute."

Garrison said, "I didn't know you from Adam's cousin, Marisa. I kept my mind open to the possibility."

Charles had been such a pig when he'd come on to her. And that was after she'd started seeing Vinnie. He'd even bought her a bracelet, as if a few precious gems would convince her to cheat on her boyfriend. And to think, all those people she'd run into from time to time at the office, their smiling faces—they'd all thought she was a whore.

Had Vinnie heard the rumors? Had he ever considered it?

"How could they think that of me?"

"They didn't know you," Garrison said. "You were just the cleaning lady."

Nate took her hand. "It's circular reasoning. You had to have stolen the money, therefore, you must've gotten access because you were sleeping with Charles."

"And if you were sleeping with Charles and found out he'd killed your fiancé," Garrison said, "obviously, you stole the money to get back at him."

"Or because you found out you weren't his only mistress." Nate went on to explain about what he called Charles's "propensity for intimacy."

"Sexual addiction?" Garrison said.

"Probably. Apparently, there were a lot of women."

"But Jessica English," Marisa said. "I thought she was his mistress."

"Did you know her?" Garrison asked.