Charles seemed to consider that. "I never have figured out how Marisa"—he nodded toward Nate, possibly in deference to Nate's opinion—"or whoever it was got access to my personal account. The business account, maybe. But mine? Made no sense."

"But somebody did. Anderson had access to the building, and he might've known something was going on."

Charles shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know anymore."

Okay, so maybe Anderson knew more than Charles gave him credit for. It was something.

"Your wife," Nate said. "She had had access to your bank account, right?"

"But why would she steal from me?"

"You still married to her?"

Charles's smile was sad. "She divorced me when I was convicted. Said she couldn't fathom visiting a place like this. I don't blame her. This isn't what she signed up for."

So much for for better or for worse.

"Maybe she got wind something was happening at your firm, and she took the money to safeguard it."

"My money, maybe. But the firm's? Why would she destroy the very company that financed her lifestyle?"

"If she knew what was going on—"

"She didn't."

"You didn't confide in her."

Charles looked at the table. When he looked back up, his eyes were sadder. "I was not a good husband. There were a lot of other women. My wife and I hadn't been close in a long time."

"Maybe she figured out about the other women—"

"She always knew," Charles said. "Didn't seem to care, as long as the money kept coming in."

"Let me just confirm. The kidnappers are asking for two million. Is that what was in your personal account?"

He looked toward the ceiling, paused a moment, and met Nate's eyes. "You have to understand, I knew something was up. I was planning to transfer it offshore first thing the next morning, try to shield it. So I gathered as much as I could, to protect it. Yes, it was about two million."

"But if your wife took the money in your personal account—and everything in the business's—she wouldn't need you anymore."

"Wasn't just the money. Being associated with me made her part of the top echelon of New York society."

"Not after you were arrested."

"But she can't have known that was going down."

"Okay." Nate made a mental note to check out Charles's ex-wife. "These other women... Did you confide in any of them?"

"Not everything, but I was pretty serious with a woman at the time. I was in love with her." He rolled his eyes. Nate wasn't sure if Charles considered himself a fool for falling for this woman, or if he thought love itself was foolish. "I was trying to figure out how to extricate myself from my marriage without making an enemy of my wife. Jessica was far too young for me, but she cared for me."

"Jessica what?"

Charles paused, seemed to weigh the pros and cons of answer. "English. Jessica English."