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.
