The next morning Ford and I get in before the sun even comes up, beating Barney and most of the men to the offices or task force building, whichever you wanna call it. We begin to set up a map of where the children were late seen, where they were found, houses of any and all known predators in the area, and any area that has had repeat complaints of child loitering. We gather the information we can, unfortunately I couldn't get a hold of a list of known pedophiles. But we work with what we have and almost get the board done, by the time Barney comes in. When he does I chime up and smile, "Good morning, Jim."

Barney stops mid, wide stride and turns to me, "morning, Ms. Nancy."

"What do you know about child prostitution in Atlanta?" Ford finally turns from the board.

"I know it goes on." Barney shakes his head, "the same as any big city. It's not something I've dealt with, but I can ask Atlanta PD. Why?"

"We need files on known pedoohiles in the greater Atlanta area."

"Sure. We can look into that."

I glance over Barney's shoulder as I hear the door squeak, seeing Redding and three other county Chiefs, "looks like greater Atlanta just walked in." I glance between Barney and Ford, "it'll be interesting to see how they take us."

"There's no reason for them not to want our help." Ford shakes his head a bit, turning again when we hear the door squeak, "Bill!"

Tench turns to us and smiles, coming over to join our little group. "Hey!" Tench turns to Barney, "good to see ya."

Barney and Tench shake hands, "welcome, Bill."

I gesture around the area that is 'our space,' "This is us."

Tench places his case on the table and then turns back to Barney, "Sorry to miss the first day of school. What are we starting with?"

"We're about to walk into a meeting with country chiefs." Barney almost sighs.

Ford nods, as if he is unphased, "Chief Redding wants our advice on how to focus the investigation."

"Sounds good." Tench nods.

We grab our things and head upstairs to the conference room, where the three county Chiefs are already waiting. As we get there, Barney closes the door behind us, he and I being the last ones in. One of the Chiefs, who had been watching us all walk in, lifts a hand, "I'm sorry, but is this something we really wanna talk about in front of a lady?"

Tench chuckles, "Trust me, sir, she's tougher than most."

I smile softly as I head back to Tench and Ford. Whispering, "why does everyone have to ask that?"

"Relax, they're just good old southern boys being good old southern boys."

"If they weren't 'good old southern boys being good old southern boys,' we might have more suspects."

Ford scoffs, "you don't actually think the Klan is involved do you?"

"It wouldn't hurt to look into them, but since at least a third of the force are or used to be part of it, I don't see them looking into them any time soon."

"Excuse me…" Redding clears his throat, hearing our hushed arguing, "are we ready?"

"Yes, sir." Ford nods, standing up straight, "We are from a unit of the FBI that specialize in repeat offenders of a violence and sometimes sexual nature. Based on the information we have gathered from these killers, we believe we need to be looking at the areas where bodies were dumped. For instance, David Berkowitz, Son of Sam, told us he was compelled to go back to the specific site where he had killed before. To physically relive the experience."

"You interviewed Son of Sam?" One of the Chief almost chuckles in disbelief."

"We did." Tench nods.

I take a deep breath, "so the theory is, instead of trying to cover all of Atlanta, we concentrate on where we believe the killer may return. We'll deploy teams to canvas previous abduction and dump sites, narrowing our scope to these higher probability areas."

"Go back to the ground we've already covered." another Chief shakes his head.

"Neighbors may have seen someone returning to a scene. Maybe something was moved or left."

"Y'all are assuming it's one suspect. We got 18 cases spread all over kingdom come."

Ford steps over next to me, "So many murders in the same age and socioeconomic range is highly improbable without at least some being linked."

The second Chief from the end, next to Redding, turns to him, "This how we gonna proceed, Chief? Seems like we're ignoring a lot of possibilities."

"Nobody's saying rule anybody out." Redding shakes his head, "But let's focus our manpower."

"Chief, this kind of focus means recanvassing 18 abduction and dump sites, plus reinterviewing dozens of witnesses. Gonna really stretch your manpower."

"We can use academy recruits to fill out the teams. Only way we'll be able to even half-ass it. Based on this, I'm redeploying today's search to a previous dump site… Redwine Road, where we found Milton Harvey's remains. Assemble your teams. See if this amounts to anything."

"Thank you, Chief." Tench nods as the men begin to leave.

"Thank you." Ford nods as well. Once they all leave Ford turns to me, "are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright." I shake my head, "if it wasn't for Redding already knowing that anything we give him is good information, they wouldn't have gone for it."

"Sure they would have."

Barney clears his throat, "I believe Ms. Nancy misspoke. When she says 'we' she means 'I'."

"He's right." I nod, "they looked at me like I was an idiot and had no business being here."

Tench shakes his head and places a hand on my shoulder, "hey, it's okay. We'll get this right and show 'em wrong. No one has to know it was your plan until we rub it in their faces." Tench chuckles and I do as well.

As we begin to grab the case files the Chief's left behind, Barney walks around the desks, "Remember Earl Terrell?"

"Barney, asking me something like that is like asking if I remember to get dressed this morning." I shake my head, "of course, I do."

"Well, I'd like to work his case. He's still missing, but I think we could do more than we did for him."

"Of course." Tench nods, "mind if I round out your team?"

"I think I'll join the chief as the dump site," Ford looks over to me, "Care to join me?"

I chuckle, "sure. Why not."

Ford and I head to the dump site and teams begin looking. It isn't long before we hear someone call out that they've found a body. Once they do, we call Barney and Tench, to get them to come out. I don't know what we'll be able to get from the body since it's been raining most of the day, but we'll take what we can get at this point. When Bareny and Tench get to the dump site, Ford leads them over, while I stayed to see what I could find. "Anything good, Nance?" Tench sighs and the three men walk up.

I sigh and shake my head, "these remains are less than 100 yards from where Milton Harvey was dumped 13 months ago."

"He's returning to the scene." Ford nods, as we look over the body, we hear comotion and clicks, "what's the press doing here?" Ford stands. As he stands he almost marches away, shouting to some of the nearby officers, "get down there and set up a perimeter! This is now a crime scene."

Tench squats next to me, "Forensics show up yet?"

I shake my head, "they don't have a body retrieval unit. Redding has recruits collecting evidence." I look over the body a bit more and shake my head, "it's not Lubie."

"How can you tell?"

"They've been here too long. But it could be one of the other three still missing."

"Earl Terrell was wearing shorts when he disappeared." Barney notes as he looks over the body.

I shake my head and scoff, trying not to cry, "what is Beverly gonna do with her baby boy?"

"I don't know." Tench sighs as he shakes his head, "but if this is Earl, we gave her answers. Just like we promised."

"Just like I promised." I shake my head again. "This is not what I promised."

Barney stands as a recruit walks over to us, carrying a brown paper bag, "what do you got?"

The recruit hands the bag to Barney, "I found these close to the road. A tennis shoe, one cigarette butt, and a couple of porno mags."

"Porno?" Tench looks up the recruit, a bit shocked that that's what he found.

"Yes, sir. Gallery and penthouse. There's tire tracks, a heavy vehicle, near where we found 'em."

"Body! Body!" We jump up as we hear a recruit shout.

Soon after he yells, another officer does, "body!"

We get up and walk over to the men, Ford telling the recruit to bag the evidence he found. I shake my head as we walk, "we need a real forensics team. Three bodies at one site. We are standing in the middle of this guy's graveyard."

We spend most of the night looking at the bodies at the site and hoping we don't find anymore. I can't even begin to describe how madding it is that they don't have a forensic unit or a body retrieve unit set up. After all the bodies they've found you think they'd be prepared for the worse, as we all should be. We stayed until about 2 am and by then almost everyone else had gone home, all but Barney, Ford, Tench and I, plus a handful of other officers who didn't wanna be shown up by the FBI. It doesn't take long for the lab to get the prints off the evidence found in the paper bag, and the next afternoon we have a name. Ford and Tench had talked to Redding, while Barney and I did some paperwork for last night. Ford sighs as he walks up, "well, we got lucky and he had a prior. I don't think they would have traced the prints off the magazines."

I look over the file Ford hands me, "a plumber?"

"Runs his own business out of his rented home." he nods.

"Short rap sheet. One incident of petty theft."

"What kind?" Barney looks over to me. "Clothing? Personal items?"

"Tires. Apparently, he really needed a set of four when he was 19." I shake my head, no prior assaults. No history of racial violence." I shake my head and look up to Ford, "does that sound like our guy to you?"

"Wait a minute, this guy is Causcasian."

"Doesn't mean anything." Tench shakes his head, "If we can tie him directly to a scene. We should at least follow up on that."

"That's not that point, we should absolutely look into him, but only because he might have seen something. Those magazines are adult women, not black children. Even if the labs are positive for semen it supports nothing."

"Nancy, we have three bodies within 100 yards of each other."

"There's no doubt the unsub's dumping them there. Should we talk to him, yes,. But Pickett Yarborough isn't who we're looking for." I shake my head as Tench and Ford fall silent, "Holden brought this all up already didn't he?"

"Yes, he did. But you said it with more conviction."

"Did we run his car?"

"White 1975 pickup truck."

"Not a police type vehicle, but it is utilitarian. It would be easy to keep a hunting kit without drawing suspicion. We could serveil him."

"If he smells us at all he'll destroy evidence." Tench shakes his head, "Redding is working on getting warrants. We'll need to search his house, his truck. I think we should bring him in."

"Like I said, I think we should too. Even if it's just to rule him out."

"Jim, you're familiar with DA Slation, are you not?"

"Mmhmm." Barney nods. "Slaton's third-generation law. He ain't by the book, he is the book."