"Can you read that address again?"

Julio did, and Nate and Rae wrote it down. Sam typed on her laptop.

"Otherwise, the apartment was just what you'd expect. I will send you the photos."

"That'd be..." Marisa's voice faltered as something rose in her heart. Hope. She swallowed. "You've helped us so much, Julio. How can I ever thank you?"

"No need to thank me. A friend of Ramón's is a friend of mine. Call if you need anything else."

She disconnected the call and looked at Nate.

"Well?" Brady said.

"Leslie's body was found in Chelsea."

Brady slapped his thigh, started to stand, but settled back down. He looked across the table at Marisa. "We have to call the police. They can raid that place and get your daughter back now. Like in the next few minutes."

She turned to Nate, who nodded and said, "It's the best plan."

The police. If Rick found out she'd gotten them involved, would he kill Ana? But if they didn't involve the police, he could be gone before she and Nate were able to get there. And even if they could get there, what were they going to do? Go in, guns blazing? She didn't even know how to shoot a gun.

"Marisa?" Nate's voice was so patient and tender.

She looked at Brady. "Okay. Call the police."

Marisa felt like, if she did anything to disrupt the moment, it would all fall apart.

This could be it. They could find Ana. Soon.

Brady stood and pulled his phone from his pocket.

If it went well, Richard Gray could be arrested in the next few minutes. If it went well, Ana could be released, and it could all be over.

If the address led them to Richard.

If Richard was there.

If that's where he was keeping Ana.

Too many if's.

Maybe in a few minutes, Marisa would learn that Ana was safe and sound, had indeed been well cared for. Or maybe she'd discover she'd lost her daughter the way she'd lost her sister and her mother and her father and Vinnie.

Nate's phone chimed, then again, and again.

He picked it up and tapped the screen. "Photos from Julio." He shifted so she could see. She turned toward the screen, though she felt nearly in a trance with fear and anticipation.

Nate took her hand. "It's going to be okay."

"How do you know?"

He shrugged. "Hope." He nudged her shoulder with his. "Let's see these photos." He scrolled through the pictures. The apartment looked just like Julio had said. He'd snapped a few of the boy in photos in Rick's office.

"Hunter," Marisa said.

"I thought so," Nate said.

He scrolled through more. An ordinary bed, an ordinary kitchen, an ordinary living room. Nobody would guess a murderer lived there.

Ana had been there.