He picked up the first section, bound with a paperclip. "I told you I had new information, and I do. Nothing earth-shattering. I'm not sure how much you remember, but only a couple of guys at the firm were aware of the fraud. Charles Gray, Vincent Depalo"—he nodded to Marisa—"and two other middle-management guys."

"And Jeremy Kinnison," Nate said. "But he cashed out before they got caught. He might have had access—"

"Wasn't Kinnison," Garrison said. "He was in the Bahamas when the money was stolen, and our computer geniuses proved the transfer was made from a desktop in the G&K offices."

"Whose computer?" Nate asked.

"Charles's, and we know he didn't do it. His whereabouts is accounted for that night." He flipped through his papers, then looked up. "Whose place is this? Could I have a glass of water?"

Sam stood. "Anyone else?"

Nobody spoke. She stepped around the bar into the kitchen. "Keep talking. I can hear you."

Garrison continued. "I've kept my eyes on the other two guys ever since. Burns managed to plead to a misdemeanor. He got another job right away and seems to be doing fine. I have no reason to believe he stole the money.

"Anderson was deeper in it. He skirted prison but pled to a felony. He couldn't get another job in banking. He bounced from lousy job to lousy job and finally ended up working at an auto body shop. He got a divorce. I assume his wife dumped him when he lost his job."

"You keep that close tabs on people?" Rae asked.

"I kept my eyes open. But also, I did some digging last night. I have no reason to believe Anderson stole the money. But he might have a good motive for kidnapping. A little payback for what it cost him."

Rae wrote the name on her notepad while Nate nodded. Maybe they were getting closer. A tiny surge of hope rose in Marisa's heart. Calling Garrison Kopp had been a good idea.

Sam slid the glass in front of him and took her seat.

He smiled. "Thank you."

"Sure."

Garrison turned to Marisa. "Have you thought of anything else over the years? Anybody else who might've had access?"

Marisa wanted to protect Leslie, but her sister needed their help now—and Ana, too. She'd want Marisa to do whatever she had to do to get her back home and safe. "My sister overheard Vinnie when he confessed to me. At least I think she did, but I don't know how much. Maybe she told Charles."

Garrison nodded and stared beyond her. After a minute, he said, "Huh."

"What?" Marisa said.

He said nothing.

Marisa looked at Nate, who shrugged.

"Okay," Garrison finally said, "your sister's the missing puzzle piece. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't sure. I'm still not."

"How close are you and your sister?"

She sat straighter. "We were very close."

"But you suspect her." Not a question.