Nate and Brady had talked about this, but Nate hadn't taken the threat that seriously. What were the chances that Kopp would check flight records, especially if he wasn't still in the Bureau? Apparently, very good.

"A little hot for my taste," Nate said.

"And Marisa? Was she a little hot, too?"

Nate tamped down a flash of irritation. Kopp was trying to throw him off-guard, and Nate couldn't let him. "I haven't seen her."

Kopp nodded slowly.

Bonnie returned with his drink and a fresh Coke for Nate. Kopp thanked her while Nate's brain spun. If Kopp knew Nate had gone to Mexico, what else did he know? Probably way more than Nate had bargained for. Had Kopp come to New Hampshire in hopes of finding Marisa? One last collar, for old time's sake?

Nate had to keep the focus on Ana. "Her daughter and her sister were kidnapped. She can't turn herself in, and she can't get caught."

"The kidnappers know where she is?"

Nate shook his head.

"I'm not a cop anymore. You can tell me."

"So you can arrest her?"

"If she didn't do anything wrong, what are you afraid of?"

An idea popped into Nate's mind. He tried to come up with a better one. Nothing. He slipped his iPhone out of his pocket and tapped the photos app. A photograph filled his screen. "I saw Marisa and her daughter in Mexico, because she needed my help." He handed Kopp the phone.

Kopp studied it.

"That's Ana. She's four years old. She was an orphan, dumped at the orphanage where Marisa teaches English to the kids. Marisa fell in love with her and began adoption procedures almost immediately."

Kopp scrolled through the photographs. Rude, but Nate didn't say anything. There were photos of Marisa and Leslie on there. At this point, the biggest priority was getting Ana and Leslie back. Nate would worry about getting rid of the photos of Marisa later.

Kopp paused on a photo and angled the phone to Nate. He'd stopped on a close-up of Marisa.

"She looks good."

"This isn't about Marisa," Nate said. "It's about Ana and Leslie. They've been kidnapped. We need your help to get them back."

"I heard you the first time."

Nate held out his hand for his phone. Kopp slipped it in his pocket.

"That's mine."

"I don't want you to warn her."

Nate thought of Sam sitting behind Kopp, furiously typing on her laptop. With luck, Marisa had already been warned.

"I do have more information," Kopp said. "I kept working the case for months after you printed your stories and moved on."

"What can you tell me?"

Kopp leaned back and crossed his arms. "Nothing until I see her."

Nate folded his file and stood. "I guess we're done here. My phone please."

"I don't even have my sandwich." Kopp nodded to the waitress, who was walking toward them across the nearly empty restaurant.