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.
"Waco was a standoff. Koresh and his people knew the officers were there. Pell won't have a clue we're coming."
That was true, she reflected.
"It is Winston's expertise, Kathryn," Overby said. "That's why he's here. I really think we should move."
Maybe her boss genuinely felt this way, though he could hardly oppose the view of the specialist that he'd wanted on board.
Stash the blame . . .
She stared at the map of Monterey.
"Kathryn?" Overby asked, his voice testy.
Dance debated. "Okay. We go in."
O'Neil stiffened. "We can afford some time here."
She hesitated again, glancing at Kellogg's confident eyes as he too scanned the map. "No, I think we should move on it," she said.
"Good," Overby said. "The proactive approach is the best. Absolutely."
Proactive, Dance thought bitterly. A good press conference word. She hoped the announcement to the media would be the successful arrest of Daniel Pell, and not more casualties.
"Michael?" Overby asked. "You want to contact your people?"
O'Neil hesitated, then called his office and asked for the MCSO SWAT commander.
*
Lying in bed in the soft morning light, Daniel Pell was thinking that they'd now have to be particularly careful. The police would know what he looked like in the Latino disguise. He could bleach much of the color out and change his hair again, but they'd be expecting that too.