"That's all we know," Nate said. "After that, Marisa went from the FBI's best witness to their number one suspect."

"Charles's, too." Marisa still couldn't believe how it had all backfired. "Even my own sister doesn't believe me."

Nate pulled her hand into his and held it on his knee. "I knew Marisa hadn't stolen it."

"How?" Brady asked.

"I just knew. I'd gotten to know her, and I couldn't believe that of her. And I was right."

"But it didn't matter, because they all thought I had. Charles, Kopp—they were all after me. I thought if I exposed myself to the FBI to try to clear my name, Charles would find me and have me killed."

"Or worse. Whatever it took to get his money back." Nate squeezed her hand. "The way Vinnie was killed...the man was vicious."

"You helped her escape?" Brady clarified.

Nate sat up straighter. "You have a problem with that?"

Brady glanced at his wife, whose eyebrows rose, before focusing on Nate again. "I wish more people trusted the authorities. It stands to reason that whoever stole the money knew the FBI was on to them. Who knew?"

"Just Nate and I," Marisa said.

"And maybe Leslie," Nate added. "And Charles."

"Well, yeah," Rae said, "but Charles wouldn't steal his own money,"

"Why not?" Nate looked at Rae. "He's in prison, but for all we know, all that money is in some offshore account, just collecting interest."

Brady shook his head. "But we don't think Charles knew the FBI was coming that night. Or else he'd have been destroying evidence."

"Maybe he knew the jig was up." Rae tapped her pen on her yellow pad. "Maybe he knew he was going to prison, so he hid the money."

Brady conceded that with a nod. "Possible. Put him on the list."

Rae wrote on her tablet.

"Who else?" Brady asked.

"As far as I know," Marisa said, "nobody else."

"But if Leslie knew, she could have told someone," Nate said. "Charles got the hit man involved, which proves he knew. Maybe he told someone else at the company. Even Kopp—"

"You think the FBI agent did it?" Brady's eyebrows rose.

Rae chuckled. "Because cops are never bad."

He glanced at his wife. "It's not usually the cop, despite what you see on TV."

"We're just brainstorming here, Brady."

He nodded once. "Fine. Put him on the list."

"Already did." Rae winked at Marisa. "We'll need the names of the rest of G&K's employees."

"On it," Sam said, tapping away on her keyboard.

Brady looked at Nate. "Anyone else?"

Nate looked at Marisa. She shook her head, a little shocked at the turn of events. Nate had told her his friends would help. She didn't know what she'd expected, but not this. "I can't think of anyone else."