"Let's sit back down," Rae said.

The five of them took their seats, and Marisa laid the blanket over her legs and sipped her coffee. Someone must've microwaved it while she'd been outside, because it was hot. She was thankful as it warmed her.

"Are you with us?" Nate asked.

"You're saying the kidnapping was staged. Leslie staged it."

Nate looked at Brady, who shook his head. "Just to be clear, your daughter was kidnapped. That wasn't staged. Your sister wasn't a victim, though. She's the kidnapper."

Leslie had kidnapped Ana. How could she have sunk so low? And more importantly, why? Marisa faced Sam. "But you said Leslie still has plenty of money."

"As far as I can tell," Sam said.

"Why would she do this?" Marisa asked. "And why now?"

Sam shrugged. Marisa turned to Nate. "You spent time with her. Did she give you any indication—?"

"That she was lying about everything? Of course not. I knew she was jealous of you, that maybe she wasn't convinced you didn't steal the money. But if I'd thought her capable of this, I never would have helped her find you."

"Of course." Marisa touched his hand. "I didn't mean to imply..."

Nate squeezed her hand. "I know."

"You asked the right question." Brady looked at Marisa. "We might not be able to figure out her motive, but let's focus on the other half of it—why now? What's different now from, say, a year ago? According to Sam, her business is thriving."

Sam nodded. "She picks up new accounts all the time, bought a new car with cash about a year ago. Her house is paid for—"

"Our inheritance," Marisa said.

"If there are gambling debts, I'm not seeing them," Sam said. "But even if there were, why not just pay them out of the money she already has?"

Rae leaned forward. "Maybe we can't figure out why, but something prompted her to do this. What's different in your sister's life now from before?"

The answer was obvious. "There's a guy. She's engaged." She looked at Nate. "She wasn't wearing a ring, but she said he was going to get her one soon. She talked about him a lot, said he was handsome and sweet, and she couldn't believe he wanted her."

"Did she give you a name?" Brady asked.

"Rick."

"No last name?"

Marisa shook her head. "I never thought to ask. We didn't have that much time to visit, honestly. We spent the one night together, but she was exhausted after all the travel, and she was sick the next day. We talked a little before bed that night, but..."

"It's okay," Rae said. "Rick is a start."

Sam was already tapping on her laptop's keyboard. "I'm looking at your sister's Facebook profile. Her relationship status says she's in a relationship. She doesn't mention the guy's name, though. I'll scroll through her friends..." Her voice trailed off as she studied the screen.