They were silent, digesting what they knew so far. After a minute, Brady said, "Well, despite the fact that he's a"—he cleared his throat and glanced at this wife—"suspect, I think our next step is to talk to Agent Kopp."

"Agreed," Rae said.

Nate looked at Marisa. "What do you think?"

Were they crazy? "He'll throw me in jail."

Nate squeezed her hand. "We don't have to tell him where you are. We just want to have a conversation with him. Surely he has more information than we have."

"But what if he finds me?" She looked from Nate to Brady. "I'm a fugitive."

"We'll take it one step at a time. First, we have to find him."

"I got him."

They all looked at Sam.

"Already?" Rae said.

She looked up from her screen. "It's not like Kopp is a common name."

A moment of stunned silence was followed by Brady's chuckle. "Why do I ever doubt you?"

"Because you're a slow learner," Sam quipped.

His jaw dropped, and he covered his chest with his hand. "Me? I'm like...like..." He leaned toward his wife and said, "Quick. Think of somebody smart."

Marisa nearly giggled.

Rae smacked his arm and turned to Sam. "Is Agent Kopp still working in New York City?"

"He retired two years ago."

"Retired?" Marisa said. "He was like thirty."

Sam click-clicked. "According to this, he's forty-two. He was commissioned in the Air Force at twenty-two, so he had twenty years in."

Nate leaned sideways to look at her screen. "How in the world do you do that?"

She lifted her shoulder in a no-big-deal shrug. "I did a little digging. He lives on Long Island. I have a phone number for him."

"His phone number isn't unlisted?" Nate said.

"It is," she said.

"But how—?"

"Don't bother asking," Brady said. "She won't tell."

Sam ripped a piece of paper from Rae's notebook. "You'd probably throw me in jail."

"Did you do something illegal?"

"Can I plead the fifth?"

"That's enough." Rae looked at Marisa. "I'm sorry. They've been like this since third grade."

This time, Marisa did giggle. The sound seemed foreign and wrong and she immediately squelched it.

Sam wrote something on the paper. "Here's the number. Who's making the call?"

"Brady should do it," Rae suggested. "He could probably get the most information, being a cop."

"Actually, I'd rather not. Since we're harboring a fugitive here, I think I need to step out." He looked at Marisa. "I believe you, but I am still a cop. I can only go so far."

"I understand." Marisa swallowed a lump of emotion. "I appreciate what you've done so far." She looked around at the rest of them. "All of you. I can never repay you."

Rae reached past Sam and touched Nate's elbow. "You're Nate's friend. And we'd do anything for him."