'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 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.'

'What?'

'We're hungry. You're going to cook.'

'I'm not going to cook for you. You're out of your mind.'

'You'll cook.'

'Fuck yourself!'

The words came before she could stop them.

Mars stepped close, then searched her eyes the way he had when she was tied to the chair, first one eye, then the other. She tried to step back, but he laced his fingers in her hair, holding her close. He spoke so softly that she could barely hear.

'I told you, that's a bad thing.'

'Leave go of me.'

He bunched his fist, pulling her hair.

'Stop.'

He twisted his fist, pulling tighter. His face held no expression except for a mild curiosity. The pain was enormous. Jennifer's entire body was rigid and clammy.

'I can do anything I want to you, bad girl. Remember that. Think about it.'

Mars pushed her through the door, then roughly along the hall and down the stairs. The kitchen lights were on, bright and blinding after so long in the black of her room. Mars cut the tape at her wrists, then peeled it away. She had not seen his knife before. It was curved and wicked. When he turned to the refrigerator, she glanced at the French doors, and fought the urge to run even though Thomas had given her that chance. Two frozen pizzas were sitting on the counter and the microwave oven was open.

'Heat the pizza.'

Mars turned away from her and went to the refrigerator, his back wide and threatening. Jennifer remembered the paring knife, pushed behind the food processor when they first invaded her home. She glanced toward the food processor, looking for it. When she looked back at Mars, he was watching her, holding a carton of eggs. It was like he could see inside her.

'I want scrambled eggs and hot dogs on mine.'

'On the pizza?'

'I like it with hot sauce and butter.'

As Jennifer got a frying pan and a bowl and the other things she would need, Dennis appeared from the entry. His eyes were dark and hollow.

'Is she cooking?'

'She's making eggs.'

Dennis grunted listlessly, then turned away without another word. She found herself wishing that he would die.

'When are you going to let us go?'

'Shut up. All you have to do is make the pizza.'

She broke all nine eggs into a glass bowl, then put the frying pan on to heat. She didn't bother with salt and pepper. She wanted the eggs to taste nasty.

Mars stood in the family room, staring at her.