She tore her gaze away from the flames and looked at Nate. "What happened?"

"Yesterday when I saw Charles, he told me something that got me thinking. I told Garrison about it, and he agreed it was suspicious."

"But you didn't tell me."

"I needed more information."

She looked at the faces gathered around her. Ten o'clock Thursday morning, and everybody was there. For the first time she realized that little Johnny was missing. People had taken off work, Rae had gotten a babysitter, all for this news.

Marisa looked back at Nate. "You might as well tell me. It can't be worse than what I'm imagining."

He took a deep breath. "Your guess about your sister was right. She's the one who told Charles what Vinnie was up to. He confirmed that yesterday."

Marisa let that sink in. She'd never known for sure, but she'd always suspected. Leslie hadn't wanted Marisa to marry Vinnie. Marisa could imagine that her sister had seen the information as an opportunity to break them up. Leslie would have justified it, if she'd been caught. I was only trying to protect you. I only want what's best for you. And Leslie would have believed her own justifications.

Marisa looked back at Nate, glanced at the rest of the faces, all studying her. She focused on Nate. "Leslie set this whole thing in motion."

"Looks like it. I told Garrison—"

"Is that what you two were talking about yesterday when you stepped out of the car?"

"He'd had time to process it. He told me that he was going to do more digging. And after you and I met with Jessica yesterday, my theory sort of blossomed. When we stopped for gas and you stepped into the restroom, I texted Garrison."

Marisa's anger at being left out was slightly overpowered by her desire to know the rest of the story.

Sam cleared her throat. "Garrison called me last night and suggested Leslie's finances might shed some light on the mystery. It took time, but I managed to figure out where she banks and looked at her transactions."

Brady shook his head and looked down. "I don't even want to know."

"The hardest part," Sam said, "was figuring out where she banks. After that, it was pretty simple. It's not that I hacked the bank. All I had to do was go to her bank account and request a password reset. Then hack her email."

"What part of I don't even want to know did you not understand?" Brady asked.

"Anyway." Rae gave both Sam and Brady a look that had them clamping their mouths shut. She nodded at Nate. "Go on."

"Sam looked at her banking habits in the last seven years."

"That was as far back as the records went," Sam said.