"Not only that," Nate added, "but this guy doesn't have the same skills as his brothers. Does he know anything about that stuff? He's the manager of a copy shop."

"True." It seemed like a good plan. She turned to Nate. "Good idea. But what if he asks me who stole it?"

A moment of quiet while the group thought. Then Sam suggested, "Tell him you can't say, that it's a condition of getting the money."

Nate angled to face her. "And be sure that you don't let on that you know about your sister. We don't want him figuring out we're talking to the police."

"Right." She squeezed his arm. "Thank you for reminding me. There's too much to think about."

"You've got it," Nate shifted to look into her eyes. "And I'll be with you."

Thank God for that. She wasn't sure if she'd survive without Nate by her side.

Brady cleared his throat. "Okay, let's talk about our plan. How are we going to draw this guy out?"

She turned her attention to the group. "Are we going to ask Jessica for help?"

"I think that's the best plan," Brady said. "But instead of trying to lure him up here, I think we should just let the cops take him down in White Plains. If he doesn't have Ana with him, the FBI can squeeze him until he gives up her location." He nodded toward Marisa. "She's your daughter. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah. Now that they're involved, there's no point in trying to push them out."

"I agree." Nate turned to her. "Shall I call Jessica?"

"Please. I don't think I could get through the conversation."

"Actually," Brady said, "let me set it up. I'll talk to Garrison's partner, and they can make the call and work with her." When Nate started to protest, Brady pinned his friend with his gaze. "They know what they're doing."

"Yeah." Nate nodded slowly. "Of course."

Marisa knew how Nate felt. It was hard to give up control of the situation. As if they'd ever had it. "Sounds like a plan."

Chapter 28

RICK HAD BEEN WATCHING the cabin all day. Boyle and Marisa had come out earlier, but since then he'd only seen the big man who'd arrived with the lady and the baby that morning.

It was that big man Rick kept thinking about. Rick had a bad feeling about him. He carried himself like a soldier.

Or a cop.

Rick didn't like him. But the lady and the baby he'd arrived with made him wonder. And the other lady. Maybe they were relatives or something. Rick had researched Boyle while the tracer app on his laptop showed their car passing into New Hampshire. This place, Nutfield, was Boyle's hometown. Probably the big man and his family were his friends or something. And the other woman. Maybe a sister. Maybe just another friend. They were probably all in there right now, talking about Rick and the brat.