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“Yes.”

“Why send her picture?”

I think about every meeting with Daniel.

Every carefully written report.

Every false lead.

“He wanted to know whether I had seen her.”

Sean looks at me.

“Price wasn’t only taking your money.”

“He was using me to search for Marisol.”

“And the ledger.”

Rage burns through me.

Daniel sent me photographs of six girls.

Not one was Sage.

How many were connected to the ledger?

How many frightened mothers did he turn into investigators without telling them what they were searching for?

“Bring up the other photographs Daniel sent me,” I tell Taylor.

“Vega hasn’t transferred your laptop files yet.”

“Then ask for them.”

He sends the request.

Sage releases my hand and touches Marisol’s face on the screen.

“I thought everyone at that warehouse was looking at me.”

“You were frightened,” I say.

“I should have remembered her.”

“You saw her for seconds.”

“What if she needed help?”

“You gave her help without knowing it,” Sean says. “You created the disturbance that let her escape.”

Sage looks at him.

“If Daniel knows Sally helped Marisol, Navarro knows too.”

“We don’t know that.”

“Greg knew enough to look for her.”