A phone rang. Sam hurried to her purse and pulled hers out. "Hey." Her skin tinged a little pink before she turned away. She listened while she stepped on the back patio.

Had Sam been blushing? Interesting.

Marisa sat beside Nate and ate her banana nut muffin. Unlike everything else she'd tasted in the last week, this was delicious. Nate picked at his.

"Would you rather trade? I can eat the blueberry."

"Not hungry," he said, leaning against the back of the sofa.

"You're hurt. Why don't you lie down? I'll sit on the floor."

He took her hand. "Please. Stay."

She did, and Nate scooted closer to her, wincing in pain but trying to cover it with a smile.

Sam stepped back inside and closed the door behind her. "That was Garrison."

"He disappeared on us the other day," Nate said. "Did he ever say why?"

"His son needed him. Teenager."

"Ah. I talked to the kid when I called."

Sam met Marisa's eyes. "He says to tell you he's glad you got Ana back."

"We couldn't have done it without him."

"Agreed," Sam said. "He also wanted me to gently remind you that you need to go to New York"

A little ball of dread settled in Marisa's stomach. "Right. I have to identify my sister's body."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"I can do it," Nate said. "I have to finish packing. I'm supposed to be out of my house by Friday."

"I'd love you to be there," Marisa said, "but I need to see her."

Nate nodded like he understood.

Brady came around the bar and looked at Nate. "You're in no position to carry furniture."

"I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow."

"I'll drive down with you," Brady said.

"You have much packing left to do?" Sam asked.

"We were almost finished." He looked at Marisa. "Your sister was really helpful while we waited for you to email us back." He took her hand. "I'm so sorry."

It was going to take her a little time to believe her sister was really gone. "I know. Me, too."

A heavy silence filled the room.

Rae broke it with, "So, what else did the hot FBI agent have to say?"

Brady gasped. "Hot? The guy was a total dog."

Nate barked, chuckled, and then groaned.

Sam rolled her eyes, but the blush was back. "Whatever." She took her seat in the living room, and Brady and Rae did, too, as if it were perfectly normal. After all the times they'd done it this week, it felt as if it were.

Brady cleared his throat. "Been at the station a while. I have a few things I can tell you." He shifted toward Marisa. "First, they matched fingerprints at the apartment in Chelsea where"—a slight hesitation before—"Ana was held."

Where you sister was murdered. Those were the words he hadn't said.

"They found Rick's and your sister's fingerprints. They found Ana's in the bedroom."