"Not a lot's changed," Garrison said. "The mistress thinks the ex-wife did it. When you talk to Pamela Gray, she'll tell you Jessica did it."

"Speaking of," Nate said, "do you have a phone number for her? And her address?"

They could hear shuffling. "You got a pen?"

Nate poised his pen over the notebook. "Go ahead."

Garrison rattled off a number. "That's the house phone. I never got a cell for her."

"Maybe she can't afford one," Nate said.

Garrison chuckled. Marisa barely cracked a smile.

"We'll call her. Thanks."

Nate ended the call and dialed Pamela Gray's phone number. A women with a heavy Spanish accent answered.

"This is Nate Boyle calling for Pamela Gray."

"I'm sorry. Mrs. Gray is not here."

"Can you tell me when she'll be back?"

"May I take a message?"

Marisa whispered, "Take it off Bluetooth and give it to me."

Nate said, "Hold one moment, please." He handed Marisa the phone, and she spoke into it in rapid Spanish.

Nate's high school Spanish classes proved useless, as he'd argued to his mother at the time they would. The two women talked, then Marisa said to Nate, "What's your phone number?"

Nate told her, Marisa translated it into Spanish, and the two chatted for a couple of minutes. Marisa even laughed once before she hung up and handed him the phone.

"Pamela Gray has gone to Chicago to attend a charity board meeting. She won't return for two days. I told the housekeeper it was an emergency, and she promised to give Mrs. Gray your phone number and tell her we need to speak with her. I told her it was a matter of life and death."

"Did the housekeeper think she'd call?"

"She said unless it was Pamela Gray's life on the line, I shouldn't expect a response. However, I did get Rosa to agree to call or text us when Mrs. Gray returns on Friday. It's her understanding the woman will be home late morning."

"Well done."

"Gracias." Marisa smiled, but it faded fast. "What do we do now? We're out of leads."

They weren't, not really, but Nate wasn't about to tell her his theory without backup. He needed his friends. "We're going back to Nutfield."

She shook her head. "I want to stay in New York. We can go to Leslie's—"

"Absolutely not. We have to stay hidden."

"We can hide in New York."

"We could, but we're not going to. We're going to the cabin to get a good night's sleep and regroup. All our stuff is there, and we have two comfortable beds. If we need to, we can come back tomorrow."

"But Ana—"

"Could be anywhere," Nate said.

Marisa turned and crossed her arms. "She's in New York."