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“Shipping records. Photographs. Bank accounts. Names of people Navarro paid.”

“Law enforcement?”

Frank nods.

“Judges. Social workers. Foster-care administrators, child protective services. Anyone who helped him locate girls or made reports disappear.”

Sage wraps her arms around herself.

“How did Marisol get all of that?”

“She didn’t. Sally did.”

“Sally owned a diner.”

“Sally spent eleven years listening to men who believed a waitress was invisible.”

Frank closes his eyes.

“She copied receipts. Photographed documents. Recorded conversations. Truckers talked at her counter. Greg talked. Patrick talked. Daniel Price met Navarro there twice.”

“And nobody noticed her watching,” I say.

“Not until Marisol took the ledger.”

“Then Sally disappeared,” Sean says.

“Yes.”

“Where has she been?”

“Colorado.”

“Near the depot?”

“No. She moved every few months.”

“When did you last speak to her?”

“Six weeks ago.”

“The delivery to Marisol’s ranch,” Sage says.

“I took her a message from Sally.”

“What message?”

“That Navarro had started looking for the locker again.”

“Why didn’t Sally remove the evidence?” Kane asks.

“Because she couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“The brass key opens the door to the baggage room. The evidence is inside an old security locker. Sally changed the combination after she hid it.”

“So Navarro needs the key and Sally,” Sean says.