"She wanted you to keep your distance from the G&K employees. But it seems she was very involved in what was going on there."

Marisa stood and stepped to the fireplace. She stared at the flames consuming the logs, one simmering spark at a time. She spun and faced Nate. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Brady cleared his throat. "All that evidence... It points to something. If I were investigating your sister, I'd be pretty convinced at this point that she had done something wrong. People don't go against their own standards for nothing."

Marisa turned to Nate and crossed her arms. "Just say it."

"Your sister stole the money from at least one of the accounts."

"The company account," Sam clarified. "Garrison checked the bank accounts the money was transferred to eight years ago against the one your sister's been getting money from. It's not the same account, but it's at the same bank."

"There's no doubt your sister stole that money," Nate said.

"I don't understand," Marisa said. "Why that night?" Nate opened his mouth, but she lifted her hand to stop him. "I'm not saying she didn't do it. I'm just trying to understand. You're saying she somehow got the bank account information."

"She had plenty of opportunity to go through people's drawers. She probably found the account numbers and passwords written somewhere."

"Fine. So she maybe could have gotten that stuff. Why did she steal it that night—exactly the same night Charles was arrested? If she had the access, she could have done it any time."

Nate started to speak, but Rae beat him to it. "I don't think we can answer that for sure. But I have a theory."

Marisa was almost sorry she'd asked the question, because whatever Rae and the rest were going to tell her, it was going to make perfect sense. And she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She steeled her courage and said, "What's your theory?"

"Your sister knew the feds were coming, right?" Rae asked.

"She knew everything," Marisa said.

"I think your sister had a thing with Charles."

Rae's pronouncement hung in the air. Sam's dropped jaw mirrored what Marisa was thinking. Brady, on the other hand, nodded slowly, as if all the pieces were falling into place.

Marisa turned to Nate, who had closed his eyes. He slowly lowered his head, so she couldn't see his face. But she could guess what expression he wore.

Marisa turned back to Rae. "Why do you think that?"

"She told Jessica about the other women. Why would she do that? What other motive except jealousy?"

"But Leslie never said..." Marisa tried to remember something that would have hinted at an affair with the boss. "I think she would have told me if she'd been in a relationship with the boss."