Ford and I make our way to an old Juke City building, where Bell has set up a donation center to help the mother's hire a P.I. and whatever else they may need to get the police to finally listen to them and look into their children's murders. When we walk in, the first person I see is Bell, standing tall behind a table, she looks over to Ford and I, chuckling, "look who's back." We walk over to her, "if you're looking for a dinner recommendation, there's a spot around the corner."

"Our hands were tied." Ford shakes his head, "i hope you know that."

I nod, "but we are here to tell you that we are officially back."

"Officially?" Bell shakes her head, "and last time?"

"Last time it was just the two of us, doing work for our unit. Now it's us, a team, and we are doing work for the bureau."

"And while you've been gone six more children have gone missing, three of those turned up dead. Is that what it takes to become official?"

"We know a lot has happened, before we got here, and even more happened after we left. It took a lot of convincing, but we managed to get the FBI here. Even if it's under the auspices of a kidnapping."

"Earl Terrell."

"Yes. We came from coordinating with the task force and we met Commissioner Brown."

"I've met with Commissioner Brown." Bell nods. "Two weeks ago, right after we held a press conference asking why the city was neglecting our murdered children. How do you think the task force got started?"

"Mrs. Bell, we've seen firsthand all of your cases are still under investigation."

"Are they looking for suspects outside the families?"

"If they aren't, we are."

"Well, now you're here officially, what can you do for us?"

Ford takes a deep breath, "we have the full force of the bureau behind us. Access to state-of-the-art computers, evidence labs, criminal and fingerprint databases. We're going to examine every case methodically. Investigate every possibility."

"Does that include the KKK? Because we know APD's not doin' that. Half the force used to be Klan."

"That's the plus side to having the FBI involved." I nod, "We will make sure everyone is looked into." I take a deep breath, "is Jeffrey still missing?"

"Yes, he is. Willie Mae hasn't heard a word. Not from anybody." Bell nods, pausing for a moment, "I hope you keep in touch."

"We aren't going anywhere." I shake my head, "and if the task force is dissolved, without us having someone in custody, we will find a way back. I promise." I glance back to the table of cornbread by the door, "how much for a slice of cornbread?"

"It's a dollar." Bell gestures over as I place a few dollars on the table, "take some with you on your way out."

"Thank you."

By the time we finish talking to Bell we head to the Terrell house, Robbins and the other men beat us there and have everything set up. When we walk in I can hear a woman crying. We get there a little after six and wait for what feels like an eternity for the phone to ring, but it doesn't. Hours pass before Robbins decides we're done waiting, "Ma'am... it's been almost four hours. It doesn't seem like the call's coming in."

"No." Ms. Terrell shakes her head, her breathing shaky from crying.

"I'm sorry."

"no. "

"We still have officers looking for him…"

"You're not gon' leave."

I shake my head, stepping up beside Ms. Terrell, placing a hand on her shoulder, "No, Ma'am we're not gonna leave."

Ms. Terrell looks up to me, "that man gon' call. He wants his money. He'll call." Ms. Terrell grabs onto me and cries into my stomach, since she is sitting and I'm still standing.

"Yes, ma'am. We'll be right here." I adjust so I am sitting and holding Ms. Terrell as she cries.

Robbins takes a deep breath, "if the call comes, we'll…"

"When the call comes." I glare over to him.

Ms. Terrell pulls away from me and nods, "my Earl, he out there. I know because his spirit ain't quite yet."

"I know." I nod and place a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears, "you need to be strong… stronger… for him."

As Ms. Terrell cries more into my shoulder. I hear a car approach, then the back door open and close, followed by Brown walking into the kitchen, where we are set up. He walks over to us and kneels next to Ms. Terrell, as she turns to him, "Ms. Terrell, I'm so sorry."

Ms. Terrell shakes her head, "He's still got Earl. Don't tell me there's not gonna be a call." she shakes her head and looks to me, "I want my boy back."

"We're doing everything we can. Everything." I nod.

Brown nods, "got men stationed all around town. When he calls, we'll get Earl back safe."

"Okay." Ms. Terrell nods, still crying.

I smile over to Ms. Terrell as much as I can, "I'm gonna step outside for a moment to speak with Commissioner Brown. I will be right back."

Ford, Barney, Robbins, and I step out with Brown, who barely waits for the door to close before he begins to speak, "you're absolutely right about this not being a kidnapping."

"Hey, you wanna wait for the door to close?" I almost snap at Brown.

"Excuse me."

"That mother in there is scared, we don't need to add on. We are the people here to help her. If she hears we have no hope." I shake my head, "I'm not sure how she'd go on."

"I'm saying you were right, Agent." Brown turns to me.

"That's not something I'm proud of." I scoff, whispering as I basically yell at Brown, "I wish, with every fiber of my being that Earl Terrell was a textbook kidnapping."

"Hey, hey, calm down." Robbins grabs my arm.

I turn back to him, "you wanna go for round two there, Robbins?" Robbins simply shakes his head and steps back. I turn back to Brown, "so what are you gonna have us do? Stay for another hour, leave the trace on the phone, take everything else. Please tell me it at least includes sending Robbins back to memphis."

"Yes, that is exactly my plan." Brown nods.

"it's the smart move, sir." Ford nods, "Now we can transfer resources to reviewing the cases."

"Thank you for coming down to Atlanta. But with no kidnapping, there is no federal crime." Brown moves to walk away.

I shake my head, "we don't have to leave, we're just starting to…"

"You do have to leave." Brown turns to me. "And it's not because of your spunk. In fact, I hope I can bring you back down to look into the cases, but the FBI no longer has jurisdiction. We appreciate your help." Brown walks back to his car and drives away.

I shake my head, "he pulled the plug." I place my hands on the back of my head.

"He can't do that. Can he do that?" Ford looks over to Barney.

Barney nods, "oh, yeah. He can do that." We wait for an hour, before leaving the Terrell home. Other than a few words to Ms. Terrell, I don't speak. It isn't until we are in the car that Barney finally speaks to me, "what's wrong, Nancy? I've never known you to be this quiet."

"The city's been asking for our help. Commissioner Brown even said so." I shake my head, having it in my hand, my arm propped up against the window.

"It may be the city didn't like the kind of help you were offering. Look, the mayor called Washington, and the FBI showed up. That looked good for him. It showed he has clout. What doesn't look good is the public, or the press, terrified there's a predator out there. And to redirect the investigation to look for a black perpetrator? That's not gonna play with his constituency."

"Sometimes the help you need isn't the help you want. Plus, would it have made a difference if we had said white predator?"

"My guess is the city doesn't want to say there's a predator at all. Black or white, it's bad for business."

"Well, like it or not, that's what they got. Denying it just makes him harder to catch. Black or white shouldn't matter."

"Well, it does."