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She's 27, she's blonde and she's traveling with a three-year-old girl

No more juice for you, baby girl. Too much sugar, it's no good. Que bonita! Rosa, look. She's so little. She's beautiful. I need you to calm down. Try and tell me what happened from the beginning. I don't know. I turned for one second. A young child vanishes from a city park. And an urban nightmare becomes a horrifying reality. It happened this morning.

What do we have? Abby Buckman. Three years old. Her father's a professor at Columbia Law School. Her mother's Angela Buckman. Assistant District Attorney. I know her. Agent Johnson. Excuse me. Gonna be a big one, Jack? Looks that way. You ready to give a statement? Not yet. You call me when you are? Don't I always?

I want to talk to you about Abby. Go away!

It's gonna be a circus.

What happened? I don't know, baby. Come on. We put together a panorama of the playground. Aside from the fourth graders, we have a parks maintenance worker. Two other nannies, a single dad with his son, and a hot dog vendor. So far, everyone checks out and no one saw anything out of the ordinary.

If it were you, you'd want to know.

No one heard anything? You'd think a three-year-old would scream, right? Unless she was taken by someone she knew. What about the nanny?

Martin said she was pretty freaked out. I'm gonna go talk to her again.

What about Abby's playmate? We've got a kiddy shrink coming. See if we can get anything. I got a jumpstart on the sicko angle. Six hundred and sixty-five registered sex offenders in Manhattan alone. All right, stick with that. This may not even be about the girl. You think it's about her mother? She's a take-no-prisoners DA, she's made a lot of enemies over the years. Sounds like you've worked together before. A dozen times since '96. That's good. Then she'll let us into her case files. With discretion. Right. We have a sighting. Of a middle-aged man with a girl matching Abby's description here. A 70-year-old woman with a mink stole with Abby here.

You better believe it, sparky.

And a teenaged skinhead with Abby here. The playground's got a single entrance here, no other way in or out. Whoever took Abby would most likely have had to go around here. And exit here onto Central Park West. Where there are cabs, subways, parked cars, fast getaways. It's also possible they doubled back through the park itself along here. Toward Harlem? Wooded North end. Plenty of room to get lost. Canine's on it now.

Let's start making the calls.

Abby's a prime target for illegal adoption, you know. Black market baby-selling. Blonde hair, blue eyes, that is big bucks in that world. Some bastard offers candy or a lost puppy.

Gave me the creeps a lot more than usual.

Kid doesn't know what she's getting into. You wanna come with me? Buckmans are back at their apartment. I scheduled a press conference for noon. Is she ready? Who knows?