Marisa giggled, and Nate's heart did a little backflip. He'd made her laugh. The realization sent him a thousand stupid ideas, silly things he could do to elicit the same reaction. Good Lord, he was thinking like a middle-schooler. Maybe he should tug on her braid to get her to notice him.

The thought of children brought his mind to Ana, which sobered him. He walked around the bar into the kitchen. Not that he needed more coffee, but putting space between him and Marisa seemed a good idea, if he wanted to think straight.

Rae swiveled on her barstool. "What did he suggest?"

"Same thing as Brady—keep looking for the truth, because it might be our only leverage. The only way we can use the information is if we can either figure out who Leslie's accomplice is or get her on the phone alone. And even then, it would be risky to say anything. What if he's listening?"

Marisa said, "We could ask—"

"But why would she tell us the truth?" Nate leaned toward Marisa. "If he's listening in, she could say he's not. If we could be sure she was alone, we could confront her, suggest she give herself up and work with us to put her accomplice away. But if he's listening, or if she tells him we know..."

Marisa's face paled. "We could put her in danger."

"Or they could just run," Rae said. "Use her money and take off."

Marisa looked at Nate. "And what would they do with Ana?"

Rather than guess the answer, he said, "We keep going forward, searching for the money, and hope your sister and her friend keep their end of the bargain. Maybe an opening will come, and we'll get the chance to talk to Leslie alone. We'll just have to go where the circumstances take us."

Marisa sighed. "Nothing's changed, not really."

Brady stood behind Marisa and put his hand on her shoulder. "We know more than we did before. You know what they say—knowledge is power."

Rae nodded. "We'll figure out a way to use it. You never know how these things will work out." She met her husband's gaze, and they shared a moment that had Nate's heart beating wildly. He knew what they were thinking. It brought back a thousand bad memories.

Sam said, "What do we do now?"

Nate looked at her, thankful for something else to focus on besides Brady and Rae. "Any chance you could hack into Pamela Gray's accounts, see if she stole the money?"

"It's not stealing if it was her husband's money," Brady said.

"True," Nate said, "but she claimed she didn't have it. If she does, the mystery is solved." He looked back at Sam. "Can you do it?"

"I haven't been able to yet. She's better about security than most people."

"We'll just have to ask her," Marisa said. "Maybe if she knows the stakes, she'll help us."