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at all since we just decided to go two days ago. Usually they are all booked up. It’s fun to sit inside the ride and be surrounded by the twilight, winking fireflies and the soothing sounds of the bayou’s crickets and frogs. You can even see the boats from the ride heading into the section with the water filled with pirates and their boats.”
“That’s cool.”
For the next two hours, I would put Tom in line for something, while I ran to get more Fast Passes and checked cast members’ lanyards for Mary Poppins pins, then we’d use one of our Fast Passes and the whole process would start over again. He stood and I ran.
At noon, it was time to settle Tom down for some lunch, talk to those detectives, and to get another set of Fast Passes. So I put him in line at the Tomorrowland Terrace, told him I’d take a BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger and bottled water. Then I walked over to Star Tours to get a Fast Pass.
When I got back to the Terrace, Tom carried a tray with our food and glanced around, looking for me and for a place to sit. We found a seat on the outside of the Terrace, enjoyed our food, and people-watched. My leg kept twitching. I was having trouble sitting still. It wasn’t something I did when I was in Disneyland. It was 12:30 and the detectives still hadn’t shown up.
“Do we have to keep waiting for them?” I asked.
“We’ll give them another thirty minutes, then we’re leaving,” he said.
“Fifteen,” I told him.
Tom smiled and continued to search the crowd for the detectives.
At exactly 12:44, he spotted them and waved them over. Today they were in identical brown suits. I hadn’t seen a suit in Disneyland since, wait, I had never seen anyone in a suit in Disneyland.
Tom stood and extended his hand. Both men shook his and sat down with us.
“This is Detective Johnson and Detective Miller. They are investigating the woman’s murder.”
I nodded, then said, “Didn’t know the woman. I just fell on her. Can we go now?”
The detectives looked at each other, then at Tom, then back at me.
“What?” I said, with a little more force and tone than I intended.
Tom flinched, but the two detectives stared at me impassively.
“Had you seen the woman before, maybe at the hotel?” Detective Johnson asked.
“No,” I answered.
“She and her husband checked in about the same time that you and Chief Owens did, are you sure you didn’t see them?” Detective Johnson asked.
“No,” I repeated my earlier answer.
“Come on,” Detective Miller said. “Do we look stupid?”
I looked at Tom and smiled, saying, “Is he asking a real question? Because actually dressing in those suits when the outside temperature is close to ninety, is probably stupid.”
Tom’s back stiffened.
“Look, we can ask these questions here or take you down to the station,” Detective Miller said sternly.
I glared at the two detectives and said, “Do I need a lawyer?”
Tom chuckled, then quickly covered his mouth. I had been in this same position before and dealt with a good-cop/bad-cop team. Of course Tom had come to my rescue that time. Now he was sitting next to me, why didn’t he do something?
“No, you don’t need a lawyer,” Detective Johnson said, then continued, “We just need some answers.”
“We know that you’ve been involved in several murder cases over the last few years and we want to know if you are involved in the death of Kathy Mitchell,” Detective Miller added.
I sat up straight and glared at Tom, who immediately looked away. Him and his big mouth!
“And we know about your dad,” Detective Miller continued before I could even speak.
I turned to Tom and said, “I’m starting to not like you again.”
“Look, guys. I told you all about Liza’s previous experiences and her dad because I knew you’d put her name in the system and come up with all of it. But, believe me, she had nothing to do with Kathy Mitchell’s death. She was with me the entire time.”
“I
“That’s cool.”
For the next two hours, I would put Tom in line for something, while I ran to get more Fast Passes and checked cast members’ lanyards for Mary Poppins pins, then we’d use one of our Fast Passes and the whole process would start over again. He stood and I ran.
At noon, it was time to settle Tom down for some lunch, talk to those detectives, and to get another set of Fast Passes. So I put him in line at the Tomorrowland Terrace, told him I’d take a BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger and bottled water. Then I walked over to Star Tours to get a Fast Pass.
When I got back to the Terrace, Tom carried a tray with our food and glanced around, looking for me and for a place to sit. We found a seat on the outside of the Terrace, enjoyed our food, and people-watched. My leg kept twitching. I was having trouble sitting still. It wasn’t something I did when I was in Disneyland. It was 12:30 and the detectives still hadn’t shown up.
“Do we have to keep waiting for them?” I asked.
“We’ll give them another thirty minutes, then we’re leaving,” he said.
“Fifteen,” I told him.
Tom smiled and continued to search the crowd for the detectives.
At exactly 12:44, he spotted them and waved them over. Today they were in identical brown suits. I hadn’t seen a suit in Disneyland since, wait, I had never seen anyone in a suit in Disneyland.
Tom stood and extended his hand. Both men shook his and sat down with us.
“This is Detective Johnson and Detective Miller. They are investigating the woman’s murder.”
I nodded, then said, “Didn’t know the woman. I just fell on her. Can we go now?”
The detectives looked at each other, then at Tom, then back at me.
“What?” I said, with a little more force and tone than I intended.
Tom flinched, but the two detectives stared at me impassively.
“Had you seen the woman before, maybe at the hotel?” Detective Johnson asked.
“No,” I answered.
“She and her husband checked in about the same time that you and Chief Owens did, are you sure you didn’t see them?” Detective Johnson asked.
“No,” I repeated my earlier answer.
“Come on,” Detective Miller said. “Do we look stupid?”
I looked at Tom and smiled, saying, “Is he asking a real question? Because actually dressing in those suits when the outside temperature is close to ninety, is probably stupid.”
Tom’s back stiffened.
“Look, we can ask these questions here or take you down to the station,” Detective Miller said sternly.
I glared at the two detectives and said, “Do I need a lawyer?”
Tom chuckled, then quickly covered his mouth. I had been in this same position before and dealt with a good-cop/bad-cop team. Of course Tom had come to my rescue that time. Now he was sitting next to me, why didn’t he do something?
“No, you don’t need a lawyer,” Detective Johnson said, then continued, “We just need some answers.”
“We know that you’ve been involved in several murder cases over the last few years and we want to know if you are involved in the death of Kathy Mitchell,” Detective Miller added.
I sat up straight and glared at Tom, who immediately looked away. Him and his big mouth!
“And we know about your dad,” Detective Miller continued before I could even speak.
I turned to Tom and said, “I’m starting to not like you again.”
“Look, guys. I told you all about Liza’s previous experiences and her dad because I knew you’d put her name in the system and come up with all of it. But, believe me, she had nothing to do with Kathy Mitchell’s death. She was with me the entire time.”
“I
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