A temporary shelter had been set up at the nearby Garrett Heights elementary school. It reminded everyone that there were probably children trapped inside Detective Coulter's house. His family. Jesus! I looked around and shook my head in dismay as I saw an awful lot of Baltimore police, including SWAT, and also the Hostage Rescue Team from Quantico. A swarm of crazyeyed spectators was pushing and shoving outside the barricades, some of them rooting for cops to be shot - any cop would do. I stood up and cautiously made my way over to a group of officers waiting behind an emergency rescue van. I didn't need to be told that they didn't appreciate interference from the Feds. I hadn't either when I was on the D.C. police force. I addressed Captain Stockton James Sheehan, whom I'd spoken to briefly when I arrived. "What do you think? Where do we go with this?" "Has he agreed to let anybody out?" Sheehan asked. "That's the first question." I shook my head. "He won't even talk about his family. Won't confirm or deny that they're in the house." Sheehan asked, "Well, what is he talking about?" I shared some of what I'd been told by Coulter but not everything. How could I? I left out that he'd sworn Baltimore cops were involved in a large-scale drug scheme - and, more devastating, that he had records that would incriminate them. Stockton Sheehan listened and then he offered, "Either he lets go of some of the hostages or we have to go in and get him. He's not going to gun down his own family." "He says he will. That's the threat." Sheehan shook his head. "I'm willing to take the risk. We go in when it gets dark. You know this should be our call." I nodded without agreeing or disagreeing, then I walked away from the others. It looked as if we might have another half hour of light. I didn't like to think about what would happen once darkness came. I called Coulter again. He picked up right away. "I have an idea," I told him. "I think it's your best shot." I didn't tell Coulter, but I also thought it was his only shot.