On one occasion I remember flying to Arizona to stake out a house where the deprogrammers were holding a sister against her will. We spent more than a week in the desert just waiting for an opportunity to speak to her. At one point we felt we had a chance and Mrs. Durst hopped on the plane from Oakland. When she arrived she walked right up to the door of the house and began calling and calling for our sister. She was so desperate to reach her. I said, "Don’t do that, we’ll get arrested!" Sure enough, the cops pulled up and we spent the night in the Tucson jail. I’ll never forget Onni witnessing to the various hookers in the cell as we waited to be bailed out.
From 40 Years in America, p. 216.