She gave him a nod for his initiative. Then continued, “He could take hostages. I say we get a team on the roof across the way and maybe somebody in a housekeeping uniform. Sit back and watch. When he leaves, we’ll tail him. He hits a deserted intersection, block him in and get him in a cross-fire. He’ll surrender.”

Or be killed in a shootout. Either way…

“He’s too slippery for that,” Kellogg countered. “We surprise him in the motel, we move fast, he’ll give up.”

Our first spat, Dance thought wryly. “And go back to Capitola? I don’t think so. He’ll fight. Tooth and nail. Everything the women have told me about him makes me believe that. He can’t stand to be controlled or confined.”

Michael O’Neil said, “I know the motel too. It could turn barricade real easy. And I don’t think Pell’s the sort you could have a successful negotiation with.”

Dance was in an odd situation. She had a strong gut feel that moving too fast was a mistake. But when it came to Daniel Pell she was wary of trusting her instinct.

Overby said, “Here’s a thought. If we do end up with a barricade, what about the women in the Family? Would they be willing to help talk him out?”

Dance persisted. “Why would Pell listen to them? They never had any sway over him eight years ago. They sure don’t now.”

“But still, they’re the closest thing to family that Pell’s got.” He stepped toward her phone. “I’ll give them a call.”

The last thing she wanted was Overby scaring them off.

“No, I’ll do it.” Dance called and spoke to Samantha and explained the situation to her. The woman begged Dance not to involve her; there was too great a risk her name would appear in the press. Rebecca and Linda, though, said they were willing to do what they could if it came to a barricade.

Dance hung up and related to those in the room what the women had said.

Overby said, “Well, there’s your backup plan. Good.”

Dance wasn’t convinced that Pell would be swayed by sympathetic pleas for surrender, even—or maybe especially—from members of his former surrogate family. “I still say surveillance. He’s got to come out eventually.”

O’Neil said firmly, “I agree.”

Kellogg looked absently at a map on the wall, troubled. He then turned to Dance. “If you’re really opposed, okay. It’s your choice. But remember what I was saying about the cult profile. When he goes out on the street he’ll be alert, expecting something to go down. He’ll have contingencies planned out. In the motel he won’t be as well prepared. He’ll be complacent in his castle. All cult leaders are.”

“Didn’t work too well in Waco,” O’Neil pointed out.