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Then Talley realized he had another lead: Walter Smith. Smith could identify these people, Smith had what they wanted, and Smith might even be able to tell him where they had taken Jane and Amanda. Smith had answers. All Talley had to do was reach him.

And get him out of that house.

Talley called Larry Anders when he was five minutes from the development, saying to meet him inside the south entrance, and to wait there alone. The traffic passing the development was less than it had been earlier, but a long line of gawkers still made the going slow once Talley turned off Flanders Road. He burped his siren to make them pull to the side, then waved himself through the blockade.

Anders was parked on the side of the road. Talley pulled up behind him and flicked his lights. Anders walked back to Talley's window, looking nervous.

'What's up, Chief?'

'Where's Metzger?'

'Up with the Sheriffs in case they need something. Did I do something?'

'Get in.'

Talley waited as Anders walked around the front of the car and climbed in. Anders wasn't the oldest person on his department, but he was the senior officer in years served, and Talley respected him. He thought again that the man in the ski mask had someone here, and wondered if that person was Larry Anders. Talley recalled a photograph that had appeared in the Los Angeles Times, one taken at the day-care center that showed Spencer Morgan, the man who had held the children hostage, holding a gun to Talley's head. Talley thought of the trust it had taken for him to stand there while his friend Neal Craimont lined up the crosshairs.

Anders squirmed.

'Jesus, Chief, why are you staring at me like that?'

'I have something for you to do. You're not to tell anyone else what you're doing, not Metzger, not the other guys, not the Sheriffs, no one; just tell them that I want you to run down some background info, but don't tell them what. You understand me, Larry?'

Anders replied slowly.

'I guess so.'

'I can't have you guessing. Either you can keep your mouth shut or you can't. This is important.'

'This isn't something illegal, is it, Chief? I really like being a cop. I couldn't do something illegal.'

'It's police work, the real thing. I want you to find out as much as you can about Walter Smith.'

'The guy in the house?'

'I believe he's involved in illegal activity or associates with people who are. I need to find out what that is. Talk to the neighbors, but don't be obvious about it. Don't tell anyone what you're doing or what you suspect. Try to find out whatever you can about him, where he's from, stuff like that; his business, his clients, anything that will give us a handle on him. It will help if you can learn his middle name. When you've finished here, go back to the office and run him through the FBI and the NLETS database. I went back five years, but you go back twenty.'

Anders cleared his throat. He was uncomfortable with all this.

'What's the problem with telling our guys? I mean, why not?'

'Because that's the way I want it, Larry. I have a good reason, I just can't tell you right now, but I'm trusting that you'll keep your word.'

'I will, Chief. Yes, sir, I will.'

Talley gave him the Nokia's cell phone number.

'Before you do any of that, I want you to trace this cell phone number. You can do this by phone from here. Find out who it's billed to. If you need a court order, call the Palmdale District Court. They have a judge on page for night work. Sarah has the number.'

Anders looked at the slip of paper.

'The judge, he'll want to know why, won't he?'

'Tell him we believe this number will provide life-or-death information about one of the men in the house.'

Anders nodded dully, knowing it was a lie.

'All right.'

Talley thought, trying to remember if there was something else, something that might give him a line to find out who he was dealing with.

'When you get back to the office, run a DMV stolen-vehicle search for a green Mustang, this year's model. It would be a recent theft, maybe even today.'

Anders took out his pad to make notes.

'Ah, you got a tag?'

'It's running a dead plate. If you get a hit, note where it was stolen. Who was checking into the building permits?'

'Ah, that was Cooper.'

'I want you to stay on that.'

'It's midnight.'

'If you have to get the city supervisors out of bed, do it. Tell them the Sheriffs are desperate for the house plans, it's life or death, whatever you have to say, but find out who built that house.'

'Yes, sir.'

'You're going to have to work all night, Larry. It's important.'

'That's okay.'

'Update me with everything you find out, whatever time it is. Don't use the radio. Call my cell. You got the number?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Get to it.'

Talley watched Anders drive away. He told himself that Anders could be trusted; he had just placed the lives of his family in Larry Anders's hands.

Talley parked outside Mrs. Peña's house and went to the Sheriff's command van. The back gate was open, glowing crimson from the soft red lights within. Martin, Hicks, and the I.O. supervisor were clumped around the coffee machine.

Talley rapped on the side of the van as he climbed inside. When Martin glanced over, she smiled with a warmth that surprised him.

'I thought you left.'

'I'm taking back command of the scene.'

It took a moment for his statement to register, then Martin's brow furrowed. The warmth was gone.

'I don't understand. You requested our help. You couldn't wait to hand off to me.'

Talley had readied the lie.

'I know I did, Captain, but it's a liability issue. The city supervisors want a representative of Bristo to be in charge. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be. As of now, I'm resuming command of the scene.'

Hicks put his fists on his hips.

'What kind of half-assed hicktown crap is this?'

Talley pointedly looked at Hicks.

'No tactical action is to be taken without my approval. Is that clear?'

Martin stalked across the van, stopping only inches away. She was almost as tall as Talley.

'Outside. I want to talk about this.'

Talley didn't move. He knew that the Sheriffs regularly worked under local restraints when they functioned in advisory and support roles; Martin would still be in direct control of her people, though Talley would command the operation. Martin would go along.

'There's nothing to talk about, Captain. I'm not going to tell you how to do your job; I need you, and I appreciate your being here. But I have to sign off on any action we take, and right now I'm saying that there will be no tactical action.'

Martin started to say something, then stopped. She seemed to search his eyes. Talley met her gaze and did not look away, though he felt embarrassed and frightened. He wondered if she could see that he was lying.

'What if those assholes lose it in there, Chief? You want me to track you down and waste time asking your permission to save those kids?'

Talley could barely answer.

'It won't come to that.'

'You don't know that. That house could go to hell in a second.'

Talley stepped back. He wanted to get out of the van.

'I want to talk to Maddox. Is he still at the house?'

Martin continued to search his eyes, and now she lowered her voice.

'What's wrong, Chief? You look like something's bothering you.'

Talley looked away.

'It has to be this way, that's all. I have this city council.'

Martin considered him again, then lowered her voice still more as if she didn't want Hicks and the Intelligence Officer to hear.

'Maddox told me a little about you. You were pretty hot stuff down there in Los Angeles.'

'That was a long time ago.'

Martin shrugged, then smiled, though not so warmly as before.

'Not so long.'

'I want to see Maddox.'

'He's in the cul-de-sac. I'll tell him you're on the way.'

'Thanks, Martin. For not making this worse.'

She stared at him, but turned away without answering.

Talley found Maddox and Ellison waiting at their car in the mouth of the cul-de-sac.

Ellison looked curious.

'Can't get too much of a good thing, huh, Chief?'

'Guess not. Has he made any more demands?'

Maddox shook his head.

'Nothing. We've been phoning every fifteen or twenty minutes to keep him awake, but other than that, there's nothing.'

'All right. I want to move up by the house.'

Maddox opened his driver's-side door.

'You taking back the phone?'

'That's it. Let's go.'

Talley checked the Watchman's cell phone, making sure it was on. They eased the car into the cul-de-sac and returned to the house.

JENNIFER

Jennifer nodded in and out of a light drowse, never quite sleeping, listening to the helicopters and the squawk of police voices that she could not understand. She thought they might be dreams. Jennifer couldn't get comfortable with her wrists taped, lying in her bed, on top of the covers, the room so hot it left her sweaty and gross. Every time she felt herself falling asleep, the phone rang, distant from downstairs, and left her head filled with thoughts she could not stop: Her father; her brother, thinking that he might be creeping through the walls to do something stupid.

Jennifer jerked upright when the door opened. She saw Mars framed in dim light. Her skin crawled, being on the bed with him there, him and his toad eyes. She scrambled to her feet.

Mars said, 'We can't make the microwave work.'