Damien stood in the dark basement, and concentrated. "Mick, if you can hear me, Erin's still in the cellar."

He gasped with relief as he heard a voice in his head, "I'm on it."

"Angie, look for Erin. The basement."

Angie had been fielding reports as the teams reported in, tracking status and locations. She looked down at her notepad and keyed her radio. "Anyone have Erin, the FBI agent? She's not on my list."

The SWAT team leader had also been counting people as they were dragged out. He didn't know Erin had followed them in. "Was she in the house?" he asked.

Angie confirmed. "She went in with the rescue team."

He grabbed one of his men and ran back up the drive. They found Erin on the floor in the back of the basement. As they picked her up, something fell out of her arms and clattered to the floor. They scooped that up, too, and ran for fresh air.

Outside, fitted with oxygen, medics rushed Erin to the ER at Emory. The two SWAT men looked at the device they had brought out. It was a small electric alarm clock. Taped and wired to it was a blasting cap. The display was dark. The SWAT guy opened the battery cover, which was empty.

He showed it to his boss. "Good thing there was no backup battery. We would have been toast." They locked the clock in a steel container and called their ordinance guy.

Angie was jotting notes for her report while they were fresh in her mind. It was 4:05 AM. Exactly one hour from her "GO" order. The rescued girls and four of her team were at Emory. Shockley, their murder suspect, was in Joey's care downtown and the two other slimeballs were being held at the 6th precinct, pending charges. Fire and Rescue now had jurisdiction over the house and would let her know when it was safe to reenter.

Then she remembered the store manager. She called the Dahlonega sheriff.

"I figgered I'd be hearin' from y'all. Me an Joe, heah have been playin' pinochle an havin' a good ole chat. I reckon he can be a hep to you. He's gotta lotta info in that weaselly head ah his an he's willin' to share."

Angie told him briefly about the raid and that Sandy was in the hospital, but she would send someone up to collect the store manager.

"Oh, that's awright. I ken bring 'im down. Y'all got chur hands full. I'll stop an look in on Sandy while ahm there."

As Angie was finishing up with the Sheriff, her boss, Lt Jenkins entered the van. Right behind him was Captain Miller, the Major Crimes commander.

"Not quite the discreet takedown we were hoping for, Sergeant," Jenkins almost gloated. "And I hear that two men got away."

"Yeah, some rich people got woke up from their sleep," Miller interjected. "But I'd call it a great success. Three bad guys in custody without a shot fired. Victims rescued in very trying circumstances. Well done, Sergeant."

Jenkins frowned; his fantasy that he would be asked to step in when Angie failed evaporating.