She shrugged. "I never had much of a plan. I just took off."

"That makes sense, though." Nate nodded to the steering wheel as if Garrison could see him. "She would have been prepared, because the money being stolen wouldn't have been a surprise."

"Instead," Garrison said, "you were still hoping for witness protection until you found out we suspected you. And you didn't know we were going to raid G&K that day. You only knew we were going to arrest Charles, and you didn't know when. And if you were going to steal it, why that night? Why not earlier? You'd known what was going on for weeks."

"That's true." She glanced at Nate, who was still taking notes.

"The whole thing never added up," Garrison continued. "Your running—that made you look guilty."

"I thought Charles would kill me."

"Exactly what I said to my partner," Garrison said. "It took me a while, but I eventually convinced him we were on the wrong track."

"Where was the money transferred to?" Nate asked. "Two different accounts in the same bank?"

"Not even in the same country," Garrison said.

"Huh."

"Charles's money went to an account in Grand Cayman. The firm's money went to an account in Switzerland."

"So you always knew two different people had stolen it."

"No," Garrison said. "We figured one person had two accounts, because it seemed too much of a coincidence, unless they were working together."

"If that's the case, why was the money taken at two different times?" Nate asked.

Marisa pushed her hair back from her face. "We're going in circles."

Nate sighed. "You're right."

"I agree," Garrison said. "Was there anything else, Nate?"

"That covers it."

Garrison cleared his throat. "Nate, can you take me off Bluetooth for a minute?"

Nate glanced at her, and she glared. He gave her an apologetic look. "Sure."

He tapped his phone and spoke into it. "What's up?"

Marisa strained to hear what Garrison was saying.

Nate stepped out of the truck and closed the door behind him.

She had half a mind to drive away and leave him standing there. Except she was a little scared to drive. And it was his friend's truck. And her license was expired. And Nate had done nothing but help her.

She tried and failed to wait patiently. Fortunately, less than a minute later, Nate opened the car door and slipped the phone in his pocket.

"Well?"

"It was nothing."

"Please don't lie to me."

He blew out a breath. "He has a theory about...something. I promise I'll tell you if you need to know. Right now, you don't."

"I need to know everything!"

He looked in her eyes. "Please, trust me." He squeezed her hand. "Let's go see Jessica English."

* * *

"ARE YOU SURE IT'S THE right Jessica English?" Marisa asked.