Finally, after a lot of counseling, she’d started a consulting service to help women open and finance small businesses. She’d been at it ever since. She must do well for herself, Dance thought, to judge from the jewelry, clothes and Italian shoes, which if the agent’s estimate was right (Dance could be an expert footwear witness) cost the same as her best two pairs put together.

Another knock on the door. Winston Kellogg arrived. Dance was happy to see him—professionally and personally. She’d enjoyed getting to know him on the Deck last night. He’d been surprisingly social, for a hard-traveling Fed. Dance had attended a number of functions with her husband’s federal coworkers and found most of them quiet and focused, reluctant to talk. But Win Kellogg, along with her parents, had been the last to leave the party.

He now greeted the two women and, in keeping with protocol, showed them his ID. He poured himself some coffee. Up until now Dance had been asking background information but with Kellogg here it was time to get to the crux of the interview.

“All right, here’s the situation. Pell is probably still in the area. We can’t figure out where or why. It doesn’t make any sense; most escapees get as far away as they can from the site of the jail break.”

She told them in detail of how the plan at the courthouse had unfolded and the developments to date. The women listened with interest—and shock or revulsion—to the specifics.

“First, let me ask you about his accomplice.”

“That woman I read about?” Linda asked. “Who is she?”

“We don’t know. Apparently blond and young. Age is roughly midtwenties.”

“So he’s got a new girlfriend,” Rebecca said. “That’s our Daniel. Never without one.”

Kellogg said, “We don’t exactly know the relationship. She was probably a fan of his. Apparently prisoners, even the worst, get plenty of women throwing themselves at their feet.”

Rebecca laughed and glanced at Linda. “You get any love letters when you were inside? I didn’t.”

Linda gave a polite smile.

“There’s a chance,” Dance said, “that she isn’t a stranger. She’d’ve been very young at the time the Family was together but I was wondering if she could be somebody you know.”

Linda frowned. “Midtwenties now…she’d’ve been a teenager then. I don’t remember anyone like that.”

Rebecca added, “When I was in the Family, it was only the five of us.”

Dance jotted a note. “Now, I want to talk about what your life was like then. What Pell said and did, what interested him, what his plans were. I’m hoping something you remember will give us a clue as to what he’s up to.”

“Step one, define the problem. Step two, get the facts.” Rebecca’s eyes were on Dance.