Ford and I head out as soon as we can, getting to Atlanta late in the afternoon and head to the task force building, which is still the Chrysler Plymouth building. Ford and I walk in and the building is a buzz, I lean over to Ford a bit, "looks like they're actually taking this seriously now."

"I don't even recognize this place." Ford looks around before we show the officers serving as receptionists our badges and head in.

We end up finding the board of sketches of the predator, there are about six different sketches and they are all vastly different from the others. "Holden. Nancy."

I turn as I hear a familiar voice, "Jim."

Barney smiles and we share a hug, before he and Ford shake hands. Once they do, Ford glances around, "this has grown."

I shrug, "looks like they've narrowed it down to about half the city." I take a deep breath, "but progress is progress. As long as it's moving forward."

Barney nods, with a look on his face that screams concerned and worried, "they're all over the map with this. Smells like desperation."

"That's what that was." I chuckle.

Barney takes a few steps back and gestures for Ford and I to follow him before he turns around, "we got a real lead last night. You should hear it."

We head up the stairs and Barney leads us into a room with Chief Reddig and Earl's mother, Beverly. Once we get there Redding takes a deep breath, reading himself to talk to Beverly, "ma'am all I need you to do is listen to this recording, and tell us if you recognize the voice."

Beverly shakes her head, "no, no I don't know if I can do that."

I sit down next to her and smile softly, if nothing more then to comfort her, "Beverly, I'm Nancy Freeman, I'm with the FBI." I take a deep breath, "I know it's not going to be easy, but this… this is the only lead we have right now, and until we are able to find more, we have to work with what we have."

"I remember you. You're the one who sat with me all night, aren't you?"

I nod, "yes, ma'am, I am."

"C… can you stay with me while I listen to this tape."

"Of course, I'm not going anywhere."

"Thank you." Beverly nods and smiles weakly, as if I'm the first person to talk to her like a human being or a mother who has lost her child, rather than talked at her. I'm also probably the one of the first women she's had more than a five second exchange with. I can't imagine how it is being around all these men, when you're already scared, then have them talk down to you.

Beverly nods to Redding, before he starts the recording. It starts with the operator answering the phone, "911 what's your emergency?"

"A whole generation of Negro wiped out with each one of these dead kids. You'll find the last one in the woods by Sigman Road. And you can count on another one every month from now on."

"Sir, can you give me the exact location of…." there is a dial tone and the line goes dead. "Sir? Sir?"

Beverly shakes her head, "I can't say. They all sound the same to me. Just meanness…" Beverly shakes her head again.

"Sorry to make you listen to that. Thank you, Beverly."

"Y'all still looking for my Earl? He'd be 11 now. Might be taller."

"Yes ma'am." Redding nods. "You can be sure we're lookin'."

I smile as she and I stand up, "he'll find him, don't worry." she and I walk to the door and she hugs me, before another officer takes her to the entrance of the building.

I can hear Redding sigh behind me, "Call came in last night. Staked out a three-mile stretch of Sigman Road overnight… nothin'... First light, put in search teams on the ground and in the air."

"We have agents questioning known Klan members in the area." Barney nods.

"We'll find the body but, uh, Jim here says you might be able to help us find the caller."

I shake my head, "you won't find a body."

"Oh, I'll find it. Got 250 searches working grids, canine units."

"There is no body." Ford shakes his head, "he's not your man."

"Excuse me?"

"It may be the same caller as before, sure." I shrug. "But he's not your killer. It's a hoax.."

"You two can tell that from listening to a tape once." Redding scoffs, "the same tape we've been listening to since midnight?"

"Think about it. The entire purpose of organizations like the Klan is to sow terror. Why would they wait until number 18 to claim responsibility?"

"Young lady, I've been dealing with the Klan my whole life. Sometimes their only purpose is to kill whatever black person they can get their hands on. I have no good reason to doubt this just because it's not what you two want to hear."

Ford steps forward a bit, "But then why call the police, not the press? We've learned from Berkowitz, the Zodiac... they want a story. Lasting mythology."

I nod, "and to find that, they go straight to the press. It makes the police look like they're the last to know."

"That sounds like a grand theory, Agents." Redding looks between Ford and I, "Like you two put a lot of thought into it in the two minutes we've been standing here. But I'm operating on the actual fact that five days ago…"

I scoff, "Holden and I have been putting thought into this for months. When Camille Bell, Willie Mae Mathis, and Venus Taylor came to us for help, because you weren't. So do not talk to us like we have no idea what's going on or that we don't care."

Redding takes a deep breath and slides a folder across his desk, "Lubie Geter, number 18, was dropped off at a mall parking lot to sell car deodorizers. He never came home. His mama calls me twice a day. Besides him, I got four other boys still missing. Numbers six, eight, 12, and 14, in case you don't wanna remember names."

I shake my head, "Jeffery Mathis, Christopher Richardson, Earl Terrell, and Anthony Carter."

Redding calms himself, as he realizes I really do know this case, at least enough to have an opinion on it, "And this call is the only lead we got." Redding begins to leave the room, "are you comin'?"

We head to the location giving to us on the tape, Sigman Woods. Ford, Barney, and I dawn our FBI jackets. We sit and watch as we listen to dogs bark in the distance and indistinct radio chatter. Ford brushes something off his shoes and I nudge him, "I know it bothers you, but try to resist the urge."

When Redding walks past us, talking on his radio, "Delta sector, report."

"Delta sector report negative." a man replies.

One of the field officers calls out to him, " Sir, chopper needs to refuel. He suggests suspending for the night."

Redding nods, "All sectors, all sectors, suspend. Y'all start coming on in."

"Copy that."

"No body." Redding turns to Ford and I, "that what you wanted to hear?"

"No, sir. It isn't." I shake my head.

"It's bad if you don't find one, it's even worse if you do."

Ford nods, "I wanted to say, I feel like we started off wrong."

"You could say that." Redding nods.

"I only meant we don't wanna water our.. Your resources on every tip."

"Over the past year, I've pulled children's bodies out of creek beds, woods, vacant buildings. We have thousands of acres of untended property. When we get any lead that narrows it to one road, I have no choice but to take it."

"We've learned things about how these types of killers think. We can anticipate them, focus on their next move instead of just reacting."

"We have a meeting Monday morning with all the jurisdictions. You have a way to narrow things down, happy to hear it. Now I have to go brief the mayor." Redding walks away.

As he does, I hear people clamoring and turn to see the press, "shit."

Once they leave Redding the press almost runs toward us, "Was there a body found?"

"Did the FBI call for this search?"

"Will the FBI work with APD, or are you running your own investigation?"

Ford and I run to the car and jump in before we try to drive off, without hitting anyone. Heading back to the hotel, heading in and running up to the room. "That is insanity." I shake my head.

"That's how cases like this work." Ford shrugs, "but you do look very good in that jacket."

"Thank you." I chuckle, "I'm just happy this case is finally getting the attention it needs."

"And you put Redding in his place. Like Gunn told you to."

"Hey, we have been more invested in these kids then anyone else. I will not have some local Chief, who paid no mind to these grieving mothers, tell me I don't know what I'm talking about."

"Why don't we go get a drink?"

"Great idea."

Ford and I head down to the bar and order drinks, listening to the broadcast of the day, "Another sad chapter in the epidemic of child murders unfolded today in Rockdale County where the FBI conducted an unsuccessful search along Sigman Road. Channel 2 has been unable to confirm reports that a man called in a tip about where a body could be found. The FBI and police had no comment. Meanwhile, the search for 14-year-old Lubie Geter continues. That's all for us tonight. It's 10:30. Do you know where your children are?"

I glance over to the lobby and see Tanya at the desk. I look over to Ford, "hey, I'll be right back."

Ford shakes his head, "just meet me in the room."

I head over to the desk, "Tanya."

Tanya turns to me, "Nancy. I thought that was you. I saw you and Holden checked in, for a while, it looks like."

"Until this is over."

"I was expecting you sooner."

"So were we, but we came the moment they opened an official FBI investigation." Tanya takes a deep breath, "and… they are no longer looking into the families. We are trying to refocus the APD's efforts and they will be, if it kills me."

"I saw on the news someone called about a body. He a suspect?"

I shrug, "A man calls to tell you he did it, you may want to consider him. But I'm not at liberty to discuss details. But our team is here to focus on what we consider most probable."

"Most probable for each child? They all got different things going on. Some of them hustling jobs here and there. Carrying groceries, running errands. A few of them might've gotten themselves into situations they didn't know were dangerous. You looking at where these kids work? Parking lots, drive-throughs?"

"I'll make sure we do. Lubie was selling car deodorizers outside a mall."

"Not all of 'em have car deodorizers to sell. They do whatever they can."

"What do you mean?"

"There's drugs, panhandling. Some Kids learn to steal little things and sell them. Folks have been saying that a few of these boys could be selling themselves."

"They're 11, 12." I shake my head, a bit shocked.

"Every kid is told to watch out for strangers. Most have no idea how dangerous some strangers can be. All I'm sayin' is you all should be looking at those people too." the phone rings and Tanya answers.