Just one hour to go. Hartigans polishing his badge and working himself up to kissing it good-bye, it and the thirty-odd years of protecting and serving and tears and blood and triumph that it represents. Hes thinking about his wifes slow smile, about the thick, fat steaks shes picked up at the butchers, about the bottle of champagne shes got packed in ice, about sleeping in till ten in the morning and spending sunny afternoons flat on his back. Just one hour to go and he gets word from a stoolie about that one loose end he hasnt tied up, a young girl whos out there, helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic. Just one hour to go ... and hes gonna go out with a bang.<br />Frank Hartigan is so close to retirement. Itll be good to finally step back from policing, and rest his weak heart. Just one last case...<br />Theres been a little girl abducted, and although Franks partner is giving him a dire warning about pursuing the case, Detective Hartigan wont be deterred - nothing matters in the face of saving a little girl from certain horror. Its the right thing to do - right, but not very smart.