While working a kidnapping case, this get awfully serious for Malloy and Reed. Excerpt: Instinct curls his mighty hand about this baton, the other rests with a poised grace upon his revolver. His footsteps start as a slow shuffle towards some overgrown hedges. He swears, by all that is Holy, that his green eyes had detected a flash of movement there. A wistful part of him hopes, no prays, that he is wrong.