"I still think they might have," Nate said.

"I told him the story. He protected me while I tried to figure out what to do next. He encouraged me to call the FBI and tell Kopp what I knew about Vinnie's murder. I met with Kopp and told him everything. Kopp was working on getting me in witness protection. The next morning, the FBI stormed the G&K offices."

"That fast?" Brady asked.

"Remember," Nate said, "they'd already been working on bringing G&K down. They just needed proof. Marisa knew just enough to convince Kopp he'd find it in the files. And Kopp didn't want to lose the opportunity."

Rae looked up from her notes. "But Charles knew they were after him. Why didn't he hide the evidence?"

"It's not that simple," Nate said. "We're talking about years of documents that probably looked fine at a glance, but under the FBI's microscope? I'm sure Charles was working on it, but remember, all this happened very quickly. And Charles thought he'd bought himself some time by having Vinnie killed."

"By the time the FBI got there," Marisa said, "both Charles's personal account and the company's operating account had been emptied."

"How much money?" Rae asked.

Marisa looked at Nate, and he shrugged.

"I never learned the actual numbers, but the man who took Ana demanded two million."

Brady looked at Marisa. "And you didn't take it?"

Familiar rage rose in her chest. "I didn't care about their money. I wanted justice for Vinnie's murder. Besides, even if I'd wanted to, it's not like they kept the account codes posted on the wall. How could I have?"

"Okay."

The rage turned to confusion. She studied Brady. "You believe me, just like that?"

"If you had the money, you'd give it to the kidnappers, right? To get your daughter back?"

“Of course! I'd do anything to get her back."

"Besides, Nate told me about your house. That's not the way someone with that much money would choose to live."

She turned to Nate with a raised eyebrow.

He lifted both hands in surrender. "I just wanted Brady to know you didn't steal the money."

"He said it was small and sparse," Brady clarified. "Nothing bad."

"It is those things."

"Okay," Brady said. "But like you say, they didn't keep the account numbers and passwords just lying around. So how do they think you got access?"

"I have no idea." Marisa looked at Nate. "Do you?"

"I'm not sure they know how. Only that, as far as they knew, Marisa was the only one who knew the feds were on to them. I know they figured Vinnie's murder was her motive."

"But they must have a theory about how," Brady said.

"They didn't share it with me," Nate said.

Brady stared off, shook his head slightly, and frowned. Finally, he focused on Marisa again. "What else?"

She couldn't think of anything to add.