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Authors: Peggy Dulle
kill, I suggested we ride the Railroad around the entire park. Tom loved the idea. After the Riverboat ride, I knew he would. For the next several hours, I dragged Tom around the park. Around nine he slowed down, but I kept pulling him along to the next ride.
At 10:30, I asked, “We’ve got one more Fast Pass. It’s for Thunder Mountain. How about we go to the hotel after the ride?”
“That would be great,” Tom said with a small sigh I was sure he had hoped I hadn’t heard.
We walked slowly so we were right on time for Thunder Mountain. After a fifteen minute wait, we rode the ride, then walked toward the main gate.
There were lots of families leaving the park and more teenagers coming in.
Tom glanced at the hordes of kids coming towards us and said, “I just realized something.”
“What?”
“We never went near Toontown, Small World, or any of the rides in Fantasyland.”
“I spend one hundred and eighty days with young children. I try to avoid them as much as is possible in Disneyland.”
He laughed, put his arm around me and we walked toward our hotel.
We might have gotten all the way to the room and safely tucked in bed if Detectives Miller and Johnson weren’t standing in front of our door.
Chapter 8
I lowered my head and mumbled, “What now?”
Tom took a step ahead of me and said, “What can we do for you, detectives?”
“We have a few more questions.”
I glanced at my watch. It was almost eleven thirty. “Now?” I asked.
“Yes,” Detective Miller said.
Bad cop was starting to get on my last nerve.
“We’ve only got a few more questions and then we’ll let you get some sleep,” Detective Johnson added.
Good cop was starting to get on my last nerve, too.
“Was there anything missing from your hotel room?” Detective Johnson asked.
I looked at Tom. I didn’t look, did he? Tom shrugged.
“We didn’t even think to look,” Tom told the detectives.
“Can you look for us, please?” Detective Johnson asked.
“Have you found something that you think belongs to us somewhere it shouldn’t be?” I asked.
Detective Johnson’s eyes shot up and Miller scowled.
Tom looked at me and smiled, “Good question, Liza.”
“Can you just check your stuff?” Detective Miller growled.
I laughed. “If you tell me what I’m missing – I can tell you that I’m missing it.”
Detective Miller took a step toward me, Tom got in between us.
Tom looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Stop baiting the man, Liza.”
“Easy target,” I mumbled.
“This is silly, detectives. If you’ve found something of mine or Liza’s, just tell us what you found.” Tom insisted.
I put my hand immediately to the chain around my neck. The ring and my half of my mom’s unicorn locket were still there. Anything else, I didn’t care about.
Detective Johnson pulled out an evidence bag and emptied its contents into his hand. It was the bracelet my students gave me at the end of the school year. It had twenty-six little charms, one for each of them. They had each picked one out for me: some were dogs, soccer balls, ballerinas, and letters. A heart charm was engraved with the words, “We love our teacher.”
I put out my hand, “That’s mine.”
Tom turned to me and said, “Did you have it with you?”
“Yes, it was in my make-up bag.”
“Where’d you find it?” Tom asked.
“On the dead woman’s wrist.”
I shuddered.
But Tom relaxed immediately. “So whoever killed the woman, rifled through Liza’s makeup bag looking for money or jewelry, took it and put it on the woman’s wrist?”
“Possibly,” Detective Miller said.
“Probably,” Detective Johnson added.
I put out my hand. “Can I have it back?”
“No,” Detective Miller said.
“When can she have it back?” Tom asked.
“When we determine it has nothing to do with our investigation,” Detective Johnson answered.
“Great,” I mumbled. “I’ll
At 10:30, I asked, “We’ve got one more Fast Pass. It’s for Thunder Mountain. How about we go to the hotel after the ride?”
“That would be great,” Tom said with a small sigh I was sure he had hoped I hadn’t heard.
We walked slowly so we were right on time for Thunder Mountain. After a fifteen minute wait, we rode the ride, then walked toward the main gate.
There were lots of families leaving the park and more teenagers coming in.
Tom glanced at the hordes of kids coming towards us and said, “I just realized something.”
“What?”
“We never went near Toontown, Small World, or any of the rides in Fantasyland.”
“I spend one hundred and eighty days with young children. I try to avoid them as much as is possible in Disneyland.”
He laughed, put his arm around me and we walked toward our hotel.
We might have gotten all the way to the room and safely tucked in bed if Detectives Miller and Johnson weren’t standing in front of our door.
Chapter 8
I lowered my head and mumbled, “What now?”
Tom took a step ahead of me and said, “What can we do for you, detectives?”
“We have a few more questions.”
I glanced at my watch. It was almost eleven thirty. “Now?” I asked.
“Yes,” Detective Miller said.
Bad cop was starting to get on my last nerve.
“We’ve only got a few more questions and then we’ll let you get some sleep,” Detective Johnson added.
Good cop was starting to get on my last nerve, too.
“Was there anything missing from your hotel room?” Detective Johnson asked.
I looked at Tom. I didn’t look, did he? Tom shrugged.
“We didn’t even think to look,” Tom told the detectives.
“Can you look for us, please?” Detective Johnson asked.
“Have you found something that you think belongs to us somewhere it shouldn’t be?” I asked.
Detective Johnson’s eyes shot up and Miller scowled.
Tom looked at me and smiled, “Good question, Liza.”
“Can you just check your stuff?” Detective Miller growled.
I laughed. “If you tell me what I’m missing – I can tell you that I’m missing it.”
Detective Miller took a step toward me, Tom got in between us.
Tom looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Stop baiting the man, Liza.”
“Easy target,” I mumbled.
“This is silly, detectives. If you’ve found something of mine or Liza’s, just tell us what you found.” Tom insisted.
I put my hand immediately to the chain around my neck. The ring and my half of my mom’s unicorn locket were still there. Anything else, I didn’t care about.
Detective Johnson pulled out an evidence bag and emptied its contents into his hand. It was the bracelet my students gave me at the end of the school year. It had twenty-six little charms, one for each of them. They had each picked one out for me: some were dogs, soccer balls, ballerinas, and letters. A heart charm was engraved with the words, “We love our teacher.”
I put out my hand, “That’s mine.”
Tom turned to me and said, “Did you have it with you?”
“Yes, it was in my make-up bag.”
“Where’d you find it?” Tom asked.
“On the dead woman’s wrist.”
I shuddered.
But Tom relaxed immediately. “So whoever killed the woman, rifled through Liza’s makeup bag looking for money or jewelry, took it and put it on the woman’s wrist?”
“Possibly,” Detective Miller said.
“Probably,” Detective Johnson added.
I put out my hand. “Can I have it back?”
“No,” Detective Miller said.
“When can she have it back?” Tom asked.
“When we determine it has nothing to do with our investigation,” Detective Johnson answered.
“Great,” I mumbled. “I’ll