Between bites of his sandwich, Nate flipped through his notebook. He'd written down everything he could remember from the conversation as soon as he'd gotten to his truck. Now, he detailed the information Charles had given him. He left out the part about Leslie. Marisa knew, but Nate had a niggling idea that there was more to the story than they'd uncovered yet. He needed more information before he shared that. He'd tell Garrison in private later, see what the cop thought.

When he'd finished the report and his lunch, he said, "I think we should go see Anderson." He looked at Garrison. "You said you know where he works?"

Garrison took his thick file from the chair beside him. "I have it in here somewhere. But I don't think he stole the money."

"But if we can figure out who kidnapped Leslie and Ana," Marisa said, "maybe we can find them."

Her expression looked hopeful. Nate nodded. Whatever it took to keep that look on her face.

"It's been three days," Marisa said. "Why haven't they called back?"

Nate glanced at Garrison, who was still flipping through his file. "It's a good question."

"Maybe something terrible has happened." Her expression faded back to the look of terror she'd worn so often since the kidnapping.

Nate scooted closer and took her hand. "There's no reason to believe that."

"But why wouldn't they call back?"

Garrison looked up from his file. "They gave you a week."

"Still..."

Garrison nodded slowly. "Nobody knew you'd adopted Ana until Nate and Leslie got to Mexico, right?"

"She didn't tell us until we got there," Nate said.

Garrison looked back at Marisa. "So let's say these guys followed Nate and Leslie to Acapulco. I'm not sure how that happened, but it seems it did. Otherwise, they wouldn't know about your daughter. They see the girl, they see their opportunity, and they come up with a plan. They snatch Leslie and Ana. Then they call you and say they'll be in the States."

"Why wouldn't they just take me?" Marisa asked. "Ana and Leslie are innocent."

Nate had no answer. He looked at Garrison, who shrugged. "Maybe they thought you'd need to be free to get to the money. Maybe they didn't want to take on Nate."

That answer didn't satisfy Nate, but he didn't have a better one. Marisa didn't look convinced, either.

"Why do you think they wanted to return to the States?"

Garrison shook his head. "Because they're idiots. If you're going to kidnap someone, Mexico is a far better place to do it. Happens there all the time. The authorities don't have nearly enough resources to follow up on every disappearance."

"Exactly," Marisa said. "So why?"

Garrison shrugged. "They're not very smart. They didn't feel comfortable there, so they wanted to come home. The guy on the phone was American, right?"

"Sounded like a New Yorker. But the guy who grabbed me was Mexican."