Nate doubted it, but he didn't say that. "She's not going to be home until tomorrow. In the meantime, I think we need to figure out who Leslie's fiancé is. Did you find anything on her Facebook page?"

Sam shook her head. "It says she's in a relationship, but there were no Ricks or Richards."

"Maybe she lied about his name," Marisa said. "If he's an accomplice, why would she tell us the truth?"

"Maybe," Sam said. "The problem is, she has five hundred friends, about half of them men. I can scroll through them, see if I can narrow it down, but it'll take time."

"Five hundred friends?" Marisa couldn't imagine her sister connecting with that many people. Must be friends from her business. "Don't you have to work? I hate that you're all taking time off for this. Maybe I can do it."

"Don't be silly," Sam said. "It's just a job. I can catch up next week. This is more important."

Rae patted Marisa on the back. "I work freelance. My time is my own."

"But Johnny—"

"Is fine," Rae said. "Whatever you need, I'm here to help."

Brady nodded. "I'm a detective. This is what I do."

Marisa looked at Nate. He reached across the counter and took her hand. "There's no place I'd rather be than right here. I'm with you in this."

"I know." She held his gaze. Something warm and electric passed between them. Something terrifying and beautiful. He cursed the counter between them.

She looked away first. "Thank you. All of you. I can't imagine doing this alone."

* * *

NATE OPENED THE DOOR for Marisa, who climbed into Brady's truck Friday morning just as the night faded to gray. After a stop at McNeal's for coffee and breakfast sandwiches to go, they aimed for I-93. They were mostly silent until they slowed slightly as traffic picked up nearing 495.

"Where are all these people going so early in the morning?" Marisa asked.

"Most are trying to beat the traffic into Boston."

She looked at the clock. "I would still be sleeping back in Mexico. Our commute was a walk across the street."

"Different lifestyle down there."

"There were plenty who left for Chilpancingo before dawn. Ana and I were fortunate."

Nate glanced at her profile in the brightening light. Even this early in the morning, she was stunning. "Not a lot of folks would consider your circumstances fortunate."

She shrugged and sipped her coffee.