Nate had forgotten how well Leslie knew these people. She'd cleaned their building, and she'd hired Marisa to help her. That's how Marisa and Vinnie had met in the first place. "Right. Kinnison was smart and cashed out before Vinnie started working there. But Charles Gray carried on his practices and even expanded on them. The whole scheme was a series of felony on top of felony on top of felony that screwed thousands of buyers out of millions of dollars."

"Wow. Charles seemed like such a nice guy. Vinnie, though, I was never sure."

"Vinnie was going to do the right thing."

"Or go to prison. I wouldn't call that noble."

"Better than warning Charles. Or running. But your sister said he'd become disillusioned. One of the borrowers had tracked him down and threatened him. Told him how he'd lost his house, lost everything, because of what Vinnie had done."

"So Vinnie grew a conscience," Leslie said. "That's good, I guess. Except probably why Charles had him killed. And at the end of the day, when it all hit the fan, the money was gone."

"Apparently, at some point after Charles was arrested for Vinnie's murder, but before the feds searched the building, the money in both Charles's personal account and in the business's operating account was funneled out. Millions of dollars, and the feds never found it."

"Why do they think Marisa took it?"

He nodded to her. "Because of your business, of course. The money was stolen at night, and she had access because she cleaned the building."

"But all the employees had access."

"But as far as anyone knows," Nate said, "only Marisa knew the feds were coming."

"How do they think she got access to it, though? She's not some super computer hacker."

"That's a good question. I don't know."

Leslie sat back and crossed her arms. "It doesn't make sense. I never believed she took it. Even now...I don't know what to think."

"Obviously, somebody else knew what was going on. Because Marisa didn't take it."

Leslie sighed, looked away. "The people who threatened me seemed pretty sure."

"They are wrong, Leslie. Your sister wouldn't—"

"Of course you believe her." Leslie laughed, but he wasn't sure of the joke.

"Meaning what?"

"Oh, come on." Her smile seemed forced. "You think I don't see how you look at her? How every man in the whole world looks at her?" Leslie looked away a moment. When she looked back, her expression had softened. "Did you know that when she was in high school, some modeling agency offered to represent her? I thought it was probably a scam and did some research."

"That was nice—"

"No, it wasn't." She shook her head. "I think I was jealous. Okay, I know I was jealous. I wanted it to be a scam, because things always came easy for her. She acted like I was this awesome big sister, but really...I was always jealous."