We passed the anchor stores: Saks Fifth Avenue and Lord amp; Taylor. They were nearly empty. Agent Walsh told me that the victim, Mrs. Elizabeth Connolly, had been abducted in the underground parking lot near another large store called Parisian. The entire parking area was a crime scene, but particularly Level 3, where Mrs. Connolly had been grabbed. Each level of the garage was marked with a purple-and-gold scroll design, but now crime-scene tape was draped over the scrolls. The Bureau's Evidence Response Team was there. The incredible amount of activity indicated that the local police agencies were taking this extremely seriously. Walsh's words were floating in my head: She isn't the first. It struck me as a little ironic, but I was more comfortable talking to the local police than to agents from the Bureau's field office. I walked over and spoke to two detectives, Pedi and Ciaccio, from the Atlanta PD. "I'll try to stay out of your way," I said to them, then added, "I used to be Washington PD." "Sold out, huh?" Ciaccio said, and she sniffed out a laugh. It was supposed to be a joke, but it had enough truth in it to sting. Her eyes had a light frost in them. Pedi spoke up. He looked about ten years older than his partner. Both were attractive. "Why's the FBI interested in this case?" I told them only as much as I thought I should, not everything. "There have been other abductions, or at least disappearances, that resemble this one. White women, suburban locales. We're here checking into possible connections. And, of course, this is a judge's wife." Pedi asked, "Are we talking about past disappearances in the Atlanta metro area?" I shook my head. "No, not to my knowledge. The other disappearances are in Texas, Massachusetts, Florida, Arkansas." "Ransoms involved?" Pedi followed up. "In one Texas case, yes. Otherwise no money has been asked for. None of the women have been found so far." "Only white women?" Detective Ciaccio asked as she took a few notes.