When Pamela Gray returned, she'd removed the boots and slipped on black house shoes. The casual choice surprised him—she'd seemed so buttoned-up. She sat in the wingback chair with her back to the windows and caught Nate looking at her feet. "I'm convinced dress shoes were invented by some misogynist to get back at powerful women." She looked at Marisa's canvas slip-ons, which she'd borrowed from Rae. "I like those. They look comfortable."

Marisa was coiled like a spring, and Nate tensed at the talk of shoes, afraid Marisa was about to explode in frustration, but she attempted a smile. "I borrowed them from a friend. They're a little big, but they work. All my shoes are back in Mexico, where I've been living."

"Hiding, you mean."

She nodded and stared at the portrait again. "That's your family?"

The woman looked up. "My three sons. Two are married, as you can see."

"What are their names?"

Pamela sighed. "On my right, that's John and his wife, Tricia. On my left is Richard. He's the youngest. Next to him is Andrew. His wife is Jana."

"Richard's not married?"

Pamela shook her head.

"Do they live close by?"

Mrs. Gray looked at the portrait again, and the hint of a smile transformed her expression, if only for a moment. "John and Andrew have relocated their families to the suburbs. They both work in the city, of course, and the commute is difficult. But it's a better place to raise children."

Marisa nodded, seemingly interested. "And Richard? What does he do?"

Mrs. Gray's expression shifted. "Richard is still finding himself." By her tone, it was clear what she thought of that. "A luxury only young men with trust funds can afford." She sighed. "But he was much younger than his brothers when his father was sent away. It's been hard for him." She angled away from the portrait.

"Does Richard live here?"

"Heavens, no. When he decided not to work, I decided not to provide for him any longer. I have no patience for sloth. Nor do I have time to waste. Miss Vega, why run if you didn't take the money?"

"I thought Charles was going to kill me the way he killed Vinnie."

Unfazed, Mrs. Gray turned to Nate. "But you're saying you know who took it?"

"The G&K money. We have reason to believe Marisa's sister, Leslie, stole it. We're trying to figure out who stole your husband's money."

"Ex-husband," she said.

"Of course." Nate continued. "The people who kidnapped Marisa's daughter believe Marisa has it, but she doesn't. They want their money, or they want to know who has it. Since Marisa doesn't have it, we're hoping that if we tell them who does, they'll let the little girl go."

Mrs. Gray looked at Marisa with narrowed eyes. "Your sister's a thief, but you're completely innocent."

"I didn't take anything. I ran because—"