Memorial Park swarmed with uniformed officers, each one weaving among the trees. Dixie paced back and forth nervously, clutching Junior's baseball cap close to her face.

"We've searched the entire park, Lieutenant," an officer approached Derek Frye. "No sign of the boy."

"Keep looking," Derek said. "Whoever took him couldn't have gotten far."

Tad approached Dixie, taking her by the shoulders. She fell into his arms, tears rolling from her cheeks.

"Tad... Dixie," Derek walked up to them.

"Did you find him?" Dixie asked. "Did you find my baby?"

"I have officers canvassing the entire park," Derek said. "I need to ask you... can you think of anyone who would want to get to you? Someone who would think they'd have something to gain..."

"No, there's nobody," Dixie said. "God, why would somebody do something like this? He's just a little boy."

"What about Adam?" Tad asked her. "This isn't exactly beyond him."

"No. Adam wouldn't kidnap his own son." Dixie said. "He's done all sorts of things, but he wouldn't do this."

"Has somebody called your ex?" Dixie shook her head. "We should keep him informed on what's going on." Derek paused. "Matthews!" he called. "Put in a call to Adam Chandler Let him know what's going on."

"You've got to find him, Derek," Dixie said. "You've got to find him."

"I've got the best guys on this. We'll find him."

"Lieutenant!" Derek turned. "We've got something over here!" Tad and Dixie looked at eachother as the officer approached them. "Is this your son's?"

Dixie's grip tightened on Tad's arm. "That's his... that's his jacket." She paused, the color draining from her face. "He's really gone. Oh my God, he's really gone. Somebody really took him."

"Lieutenant!" Matthews called. "Adam Chandler's on his way."

"This isn't happening." Dixie blubbered. "Tad..."

Tad tried his hardest to remain calm and strong for Dixie, but the fear and anticipation was eating away at him. "They're going to find him." Dixie rested her head on his chest. He stroked her hair gently as her tears soaked his shirt.

A few moments later, a car pulled up on the path and Adam Chandler stepped out of the back. He quickly rushed up to them.

"What the hell is going on here?" Adam said. "Is this how you watch our son?!" he yelled at Dixie.

"Oh, big man, huh?" Tad said. "Just show up and decide to blame this whole thing on Dixie."

"No, he's right," Dixie said. "Adam's right. This is my fault. If I had just watched him a little closer. If I had just..."

"Don't," Tad said. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this." Tad's voice grew softer so that only Dixie could hear. "Don't you see what he's trying to do to you? Don't let him."

"Can you just... find my son?" Dixie looked at Derek. "Find my son."

"Why don't you take her home, Tad." Derek said. "We'll call when..."

"No!" Dixie screamed. "No! I'm not leaving without Junior. We're all going home together."

"Dixie," Derek explained as Adam's cell phone rang. "This search will go a lot smoother if..."

"This is Adam Chandler..." Tad, Dixie, and Derek looked over at Adam. "Who... Who is this?.. What the hell did you do with my son you son of a bitch?"