Nate stepped out of the way so the waitress could serve Kopp.

"What else can I get you?" she asked.

"This is perfect. Thanks."

Nate just stood there, feeling stupid.

"Sit down." Kopp tapped some ketchup on his plate before he took a bite of the sandwich. "Wow, that's delicious."

Reluctantly, Nate slid back into the booth. "Not a sauerkraut man myself."

"You don't know what you're missing." Kopp wiped his fingers on a napkin.

"I can't tell you where she is," Nate said.

"Hmm. Looks like I'm going to have to arrest you."

While Kopp dipped a french fry in the ketchup, Nate's stomach dipped to the floor. He'd planned for a lot of contingencies, but this one hadn't even entered his mind. "Arrest me for what?"

Kopp popped the fry in his mouth. "You want some? They're really good."

"Not hungry."

"Suit yourself." Kopp ate another fry.

"How can you arrest me? You're retired."

"I just need to make a call, and we can get someone over here straight away to take care of that. You ever been arrested?"

"Haven't had the pleasure."

Kopp bit the sandwich and took his time swallowing.

Nate's heartbeat was racing. He had no idea what to do here.

"You tell me this is your hometown?" Kopp asked.

Nate imagined how it would feel to be perp-walked out of McNeal's into downtown Nutfield. Enough people knew him as the eldest son of Gordon Boyle, Attorney-at-Law, that it would no doubt create a spectacle. Heck, Nutfield was a quiet tourist town. Anybody getting arrested created a spectacle.

Nate shook off the images. Whatever he had to do to protect Marisa. "Look, I thought you came here to help me. If you're just here to make idle threats—"

"Not idle. I know you and Marisa flew into Logan yesterday. I haven't alerted my old friends at the Bureau yet, but—"

"Why not?"

Kopp shrugged. "I don't think she stole the money. And I don't want to get that little girl—or the sister—killed."

A surge of hope. "Then help me! You said—"

"Not until I see her. Fact is, the Bureau is good at hostage negotiation. They'll probably have a lot better luck saving her sister and her kid than you will. But it's not your decision to make. It's hers."

Maybe Kopp did think Marisa innocent. Maybe he would help them. But maybe those were just more lies to get Nate to give up her location. He wouldn't give Marisa up for anything. They'd just have to find another way to get Leslie and Ana back. Nate blew out a frustrated breath. "Forget it."

"You don't have a lot of choices here, man."

Man. Like they were friends.

"I'm trying to help," Kopp said.

"Fine. Give me my phone and let me make a call."