Marisa recounted the conversation she'd had the day before around this very table while Garrison nodded silently.

"Sounds like she's a good bet," he finally said. "Who else might she have told?"

"Like, you mean besides Charles?"

"Friends, boyfriend?"

"Leslie didn't have close friends. Just me. And no boyfriend. She's engaged now. I don't know the guy's name, but it doesn't matter. He wasn't in the picture back then."

Garrison looked past Marisa to Nate. He shrugged.

Rae wrote something on her notepad.

"What?" Marisa said.

Garrison turned back to Marisa. "I wish we could question her. I wish she'd come forward at the time. Any idea why she didn't?"

"I don't know anything more than I told you. I mean... If she did tell Charles, she'd inadvertently gotten my fiancé killed. I think she was scared I wouldn't forgive her."

"Maybe. When she came to Mexico to see you, she still didn't confess?"

"No"

"I see." Garrison looked back at Marisa. "It's too bad she didn't. Let's say you're right and your sister's the one who told Charles what she overheard. Maybe somebody else overheard that conversation? I could have asked her who else she saw in the office that day. If Charles got any phone calls while they talked. If he made a phone call as she was leaving. But I didn't get to question her, and now all those details are lost to us."

"If she did it, she didn't mean any harm," Marisa said.

Garrison looked at Nate. "When did she ask you to help find Marisa?"

He blinked, thought for a moment. "Gosh, was it just four days ago? Seems like forever."

"You didn't report that new information to the authorities?"

"We got on a plane a few hours later," Nate said.

"Otherwise you would have?" Garrison's smile said he knew better.

"It honestly didn't occur to me."

Garrison turned to Marisa. "I think you need to talk to Charles Gray next. I'd go with you, but I doubt he'll open up to me."

"Why him?" Sam asked.

"Based on the information we have, the only people who knew we were investigating G&K were Leslie—though how much she knew is unknown—and Charles. Since Leslie appears to be a victim at this point, and she's not available to interview, Charles is your next best bet."

Marisa could remember very well how it felt to be in Charles's crosshairs. Back then, she'd been too afraid to set foot out of her hotel room for fear he or his men would do to her what they'd done to Vinnie. She'd not seen her fiancé's body, but she'd heard enough. No clean execution for Vinnie. He was beaten to death. If Charles's men had taken Ana and Leslie, would they hurt them the same way? A picture filled her mind, her beautiful daughter, battered and beaten.