Bareny heads off to see if there is any time, soon, that we can talk to the DA about warrants to get Yarborough's truck, search his home, and bring him in for questioning. I don't know that we really need to search his home and truck, but I would like to talk to him. Once Barney and Tench leave to either check on the DA or do some paperwork he couldn't get done over the weekend, Ford walks over to me and sighs, "I know, this isn't going to go anywhere. Yarborough isn't our guy, but we can't ignore the evidence."

"I don't know that it isn't going to go anywhere." I shake my head, "if we're lucky he saw something or hear something. Who knows, maybe our profile really is bullshit like everyone keeps saying." I chuckle.

"It is not. Trust me when we find this guy he is going to in his late twenties to early thirties, a bit off, and African American."

"I hope so or we are going to look like quacks."

"Don't you have to be a doctor to be a quack?"

I shrug, "I don't know, not a doctor and have never wanted to be."

"Never?" Ford chuckles softly as he shakes his head, "not even when you were studying psychology?"

"Are you kidding?" I laugh, "no, never. I studied psychology to help with my career in the FBI. Did I think I'd be working with you and Bill, no." I shake my head, "but I've never wanted to sit in an office or teach classes like Wendy."

"Hey." Barney walks up, "if we want to talk to Slaton tonight, you're gonna have to crash a banquet."

"Sounds like fun." Ford nods as he takes a deep breath, not at all sincere.

The night we head to a local hotel that is hosting Slaton's event. Barney had decided to sit this out, sending Ford, Tench, and I by ourselves, which for us is nothing new. When we talk in I look around and I get the feeling we are a little underdressed, even though I am in a very nice dress and the boys are in their usual suits. As we walk around an employee stops us, "Excuse me, folks, we're closed for an event."

Tench nods, "we need to speak with District Attorney Slaton. If you could point him out to us."

"Uh, I'm sorry, we're a private institution. I'd be happy to let Mr. Slaton know you're here, Mister…"

"Special Agent Tench, Special Agent Ford, and Special Agent Freeman."

"Excuse me a moment, Mr. and Mrs. Peteet," the employee addresses to party guests who walk up behind us, "right this way. Enjoy your evening." the turns back to us, "Mr. Slaton is making an address at the moment. Excuse me. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, right this way." he greets a few more guests, "I apologize."

"Look, we need to speak to the DA about a case, so if you would like to be a part of stopping the string of child murders in the area rather than hindering it, you will get Slatons for us."

"Of course." the man nods, a bit frightened of me. I can only imagine the only time he gets spoken to like this is other than by upset guests, not an Federal Agent, but hey, whatever gets this done and allows us to get this monster behind bars. "If you three could just wait in…" he steps over and opens a side door for us, "wait in here, I'll ask if he can see you afterwards."

"Thank you." Tench nods and hurries me into the room before I terrify the host anymore then I already have. Tench sighs, once the door is closed, "did you really have to terrify that poor man like that?"

"Hey, it got him to do what he needed. He was never going to help us, his solution was going to be, wait and talk to him either after this at around 3 am, or talk to him in a few days. We don't have time for that." I cross my arms, "plus, no one expects me out of the three of us to be the mean one, so it has a better impact."

"She's right." Ford nods and wraps an arm around my waist, "and that's why I love her." Ford smiles down to me.

"Oh, God." Tench shakes his head, "look, we'll only get Slaton's ear for a minute."

I nod, "I'll call and see if the labs are back." I try to call and see if the labs are done, since that is the only way we are going to get these warrants. However, it is a bit hard to hear over Slaton's speech, when the doors open. I can see out of the corner of my eye Ford walks over to the door, holding it open, as he watches and listens to Slaton, Tench soon joining him. I quickly get off the phone and walk over to the boys, "Labs are back. No blood, but definite seminal fluid." I shake my head, "it's gonna be a hard sell."

Tench, who had taken full advantage of the food at this event, is chewing as he eats, "we'll be fine."

Once his speech is done, Slaton comes back to the room. We fill him in on all the evidence we have and Slaton doesn't look pleased, "I'd hope, since you gentlemen and lady thought it necessary to pull me out of my wife's event, which took three months to plan, you'd have a more compelling argument."

"I understand," I nod, "but, sir, if I could explain our methodology."

"I'm an evidence man, Agent Freeman. You have no eyewitness account, no relevant priors, no evidence directly trying this man to any of the bodies."

"Sir, I don't think we have explained this properly." I take a deep breath, "We aren't looking into Yarborough as a suspect, we just need to ensure that he will talk to us and isn't who we are looking for."

"But you don't think he is who you're looking for."

I shake my head, speaking very plainly, "no, I don't. But could you imagine the public uproar if we don't look into Yarborough. Sir, these types of crime are sexually motivated. The men who perpetrate them are compelled to repeat the crime… or to release the sexual satisfaction by going back to the crime scenes and feeling the same relief."

"Shouldn't that make you think Yarborough is your guy."

"No, because these men can't hold down a job, let alone own their own business. If we merely surveil, he can destroy evidence if he has any."

"As intriguing as that sounds, I've never issued warrants based on radical psychological theories. My constituents trust that I will protect their rights against unlawful search and seizure."

I take a deep breath and drop my shoulders, "Lubie Geter has been missing for six days. We have no leads, and the clock is ticking."

"I'll grant your warrants. But I want no press. None. This must remain absolutely silent. Understood."

"Thank you, sir." I smile and nod.

The three of us leave the room, Ford walking up behind me, "amazing baby."

"Is it just me, or is Slaton the only one in this town who doesn't seem to care that I am a woman working on this investigation?"

Tench shakes his head, "he didn't seem to care about anything other than why we need the warrants. Which for us is a good thing."

The night is still young enough that we get our warrants around the get teams together to round up everything we need from Yarborough's place and truck, along with beginning him in. Tench, Ford, and I stand near our car, as we watch them take Yarborough in, helicopters whirring overhead. Yarborough and his wife shouting to each other, both confused and worried. I turn as I hear a truck come up behind us, "we don't even have him out, why is the tow truck here?"

"He can't know we've got his truck until we get him in the room," Ford steps around me and toward the truck, "Hey! Send him around the block."

I shake my head and cross my arms as Ford comes back to us, "I don't know, guys."

Once Yarborough is in custody we waste no time getting him into a room and getting his truck and house searched. Redding walks over to Ford and I, who are in a side room, working on some interview prep, "who's going first?"

I shake my head, not looking up, "no one for a while."

"We ought to at least start working through the timeline, he might have a string of alibis for all we know."

Ford takes a deep breath, "we find it's best to let them wait, especially at night."

"If this is the guy, it's the best way to break him." I nod, finally looking up to Redding.

Redding shakes his head a bit, "I thought you didn't think Yarborough was our guy."

"I don't. But I'm not going to ruin anyone out. Can't afford to."

I turn as I hear someone coming up the stairs and see Brown, "where are we with him?"

"Commissioner." Ford and I both stand. Redding, Brown, and Tench come into the room before we begin speaking.

"How confident are we that he's our perpetrator?"

"We won't know until we get in there." Tench shakes his head.

"Well,let's start working on him. The longer we keep him, the more likely someone will get wind of this. Slaton said he was very clear with you."

"This is about setting the right conditions," Ford looks up to Brown since he and I are sitting and Redding, Brown, and Tench are standing. "Creating leverage with the subject. We may only get him once in this state of mind."

"If we get nothing from him and this hits the papers, this will be our second public setback in a week."

"We should put as much effort into law enforcement as we do managing perceptions." I try to hold back a laugh. I love it when Ford gives this kind of attitude.

"Holden." Tench shakes his head.

Redding, who is over by the outward window, sighs, "Right now, we better put together a statement. Looks like they go hold of it."

"Shit." I sigh.

Ford also sighs, as he stands, "I'll let them know it is an ongoing investigation. We're in the process of ID'ing bodies."

Brown chuckles, "I don't think so." Without another word Brown and Redding leave the room.

Ford waits for a moment after they leave, "how does the press find out everywhere we go?"

I shake my head, "I don't know, but I hope we find something in that truck." Ford and I walk over to the window and watch as Brown and Redding speak to the press. "Should I apologize for snapping at him?"

"Hell no." Tench scoffs, "he told you he was calling off a kidnapping investigation, where a mother, who was beside herself, could hear you. So no, you shouldn't apologize. He shouldn't have declared it a kidnapping case in the first place."

"Did he though?"

"He may not have made the official call, but as far as I'm concerned it was Brown's call."

Hours go by and we do nothing, it is in the early morning hours and we have done nothing but drink coffee and try not to pass out. Most of the officers have gone home. We head down to see the progress they've made on the truck, which isn't a lot. I shake my head, "We've held him for almost five hours."

Tench nods, "we need to talk to him before he calls a lawyer. We have to sue the magazines."

"It's not enough." Ford shakes his head. "We need something that tells him we've already nailed him. It's got to unnerve him."

"Right." I nod, "his rock. If he's got one."

"Remember, Berkowitz always had his kit. This is a white guy from outside the victims' world. If our perp's doing these, he's working on the move. There'd be something in there that connects him with the crimes."

I walk over to one of the techs working on the truck, "You got anything he could use to strangle or restrain anyone?"

"Rope." he nods, "but every plumber's got rope."

"Any supremacist literature?"

"Nope."

I sigh and walk back over to Tench and Ford, "Lubie's been missing for almost a week. We have to move, Holden." I shake my head. I know he doesn't want to without finding more evidence, but I'm not sure there is anything.

"You can't force a square peg into a round hole just because you prefer it to fit." Ford shakes his head.

"Then let's show them that we were right and that he isn't our guy."

"Nancy." I head Barney call out and turn to him.

"What is it?"

"Awful lot of tape."

"We have no evidence tape was used on any of the victims." Ford shakes his head.

Tench sighs, "we have no evidence it wasn't."