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don’t need an alibi, Tom,” I told him.
Tom leaned over and whispered, “Yes, you do, Liza. These guys want to haul you down to their station because they think you have something to do with that woman’s death.”
Detective Johnson pulled out a picture and laid it on the table. It was a copy of her driver’s license. He pointed to the picture and said, “This is Kathy Mitchell. Do you recognize her at all?”
I picked up the photo and stared at her. According to her license, she was five foot one inches tall, 145 pounds, which seemed less than what it looked like she weighed in the hotel room – but then again what woman’s weight is actually right on her driver’s license? Her eyes were blue and she had long auburn hair. Nothing that stood out in my mind, except one thing – my stats read the same, although my long hair was listed as red and hers was auburn – reddish brown.
Chapter 7
I handed the picture to Tom. “Have you seen this?”
“No. They didn’t have it last night.”
“Does she remind you of someone?”
Tom stared at the picture for several minutes, and then I saw when he got it. “She kind of looks like you.”
I nodded.
Detective Johnson brought out another picture and laid it next to Kathy’s picture. It was another woman with similar stats.
“This is Miranda Carter.”
I sighed in relief. “Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”
All three men stared at me.
“Why?” Detective Johnson asked.
“You’ve got a serial killer who has a type. That’s so much better than someone trying to kill me and mistakenly killing Kathy Mitchell. I’ve got Tom. I’m not in any danger. Can I please go back to my Disneyland vacation?”
The detectives look at each other and then at Tom, who said, “I will keep her safe, so she’s not in any danger.”
The detectives weren’t happy but I didn’t know anything that would help them, so they asked a few more questions and left.
When they had left, we walked toward the Matterhorn. Tom insisted on stopping twice – once to use the restroom and then, again to get ice cream. That is something you were supposed to do when you were already in line but I just smiled and waited for him.
On our way to the Matterhorn, I saw a cast member walking by and I said, “Can I look at your pins?”
The young girl smiled and said, “Sure. Any ones that you are particularly interested in?”
“I only collect Mary Poppins.”
“Wow, I haven’t had one of those in months. Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I told her and she walked away.
“What was that about?” Tom asked.
“You see the lanyards around people’s necks?”
“Sure, you’ve got one with your annual pass in it.”
“Well people collect pins and attach them to the lanyards. The people who work here also wear them and you can trade pins with them. There are also some designated places where you can trade the pins.”
“And you collect Mary Poppins.”
I nodded.
Tom smiled, “Practically perfect in every way.”
I bowed and said, “That’s me.”
Tom huffed. “Fast Passes and pins? This is a whole lot more complicated then when I last went to Disneyland. Michael and I just wandered around and went on a few rides, went back to the hotel and swam, and then came back and rode a few rides.”
I smiled and thought, and you probably got in five rides in two days. I can do them all in three, sometimes each ride twice if the Fast Passes and wait times go my way . When we finally got to the Matterhorn bobsleds, Tom sat behind me. I missed the old bobsleds where I could have leaned back against Tom’s chest.
We continued as we had in the morning. I would put Tom someplace, run and get Fast Passes and check lanyards, then go back to him. Tom enjoyed the Astro Blasters, except I beat his score. Afterwards we went on Star Tours. Then we walked back to Frontierland and spent several dollars at the Shootin’ Exposition. Tom did much better since it was more like a real
Tom leaned over and whispered, “Yes, you do, Liza. These guys want to haul you down to their station because they think you have something to do with that woman’s death.”
Detective Johnson pulled out a picture and laid it on the table. It was a copy of her driver’s license. He pointed to the picture and said, “This is Kathy Mitchell. Do you recognize her at all?”
I picked up the photo and stared at her. According to her license, she was five foot one inches tall, 145 pounds, which seemed less than what it looked like she weighed in the hotel room – but then again what woman’s weight is actually right on her driver’s license? Her eyes were blue and she had long auburn hair. Nothing that stood out in my mind, except one thing – my stats read the same, although my long hair was listed as red and hers was auburn – reddish brown.
Chapter 7
I handed the picture to Tom. “Have you seen this?”
“No. They didn’t have it last night.”
“Does she remind you of someone?”
Tom stared at the picture for several minutes, and then I saw when he got it. “She kind of looks like you.”
I nodded.
Detective Johnson brought out another picture and laid it next to Kathy’s picture. It was another woman with similar stats.
“This is Miranda Carter.”
I sighed in relief. “Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”
All three men stared at me.
“Why?” Detective Johnson asked.
“You’ve got a serial killer who has a type. That’s so much better than someone trying to kill me and mistakenly killing Kathy Mitchell. I’ve got Tom. I’m not in any danger. Can I please go back to my Disneyland vacation?”
The detectives look at each other and then at Tom, who said, “I will keep her safe, so she’s not in any danger.”
The detectives weren’t happy but I didn’t know anything that would help them, so they asked a few more questions and left.
When they had left, we walked toward the Matterhorn. Tom insisted on stopping twice – once to use the restroom and then, again to get ice cream. That is something you were supposed to do when you were already in line but I just smiled and waited for him.
On our way to the Matterhorn, I saw a cast member walking by and I said, “Can I look at your pins?”
The young girl smiled and said, “Sure. Any ones that you are particularly interested in?”
“I only collect Mary Poppins.”
“Wow, I haven’t had one of those in months. Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I told her and she walked away.
“What was that about?” Tom asked.
“You see the lanyards around people’s necks?”
“Sure, you’ve got one with your annual pass in it.”
“Well people collect pins and attach them to the lanyards. The people who work here also wear them and you can trade pins with them. There are also some designated places where you can trade the pins.”
“And you collect Mary Poppins.”
I nodded.
Tom smiled, “Practically perfect in every way.”
I bowed and said, “That’s me.”
Tom huffed. “Fast Passes and pins? This is a whole lot more complicated then when I last went to Disneyland. Michael and I just wandered around and went on a few rides, went back to the hotel and swam, and then came back and rode a few rides.”
I smiled and thought, and you probably got in five rides in two days. I can do them all in three, sometimes each ride twice if the Fast Passes and wait times go my way . When we finally got to the Matterhorn bobsleds, Tom sat behind me. I missed the old bobsleds where I could have leaned back against Tom’s chest.
We continued as we had in the morning. I would put Tom someplace, run and get Fast Passes and check lanyards, then go back to him. Tom enjoyed the Astro Blasters, except I beat his score. Afterwards we went on Star Tours. Then we walked back to Frontierland and spent several dollars at the Shootin’ Exposition. Tom did much better since it was more like a real
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