We made it a point to be on time for the morning meeting. As a matter of fact, we were early. We'd even ordered a catered food service to be delivered to the meeting and when our staff arrived they were greeted with the aromas of food and fresh coffee.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Woody sighed. "They're up. We have food and everyone has clothes on."

"You say that like it's a good thing," Connie pouted.

"Everybody but you and me sugar," he kissed her.

"Well…I don't want to see either one of you naked," I said pointedly. "It might cause embarrassing moments in our future."

"I didn't mean in front of you Stephanie. But these guys, except for Brian and Manuel have already seen me naked..."

"Too much information," I held my hand up in the universal sign for 'stop'.

"Not in a sexual way," he laughed.

"What about that time in Jamaica," Cal raised a brow at him.

"Dude…that was an accident," Woody said seriously.

"So you say," Cal nodded thoughtfully.

"And you wanted to be on time for the morning meeting," I said to Ranger in accusation. "You wanted to be a swell guy and get everyone breakfast. You didn't warn me that it would include any past sexual memories between…"

"Babe," Ranger's brow went up. "You know me better than that."

"Don't look at me," Cal said putting his hands in the air. "I wasn't running around the beach in Jamaica with a hard on."

"That would be a sight to see," Natalie purred.

"This is getting out of hand," Tank sighed.

"Wait," Lula blinked, "are you saying white boy here has a big dick?"

"Lula," Natalie shook her head, "He's six foot six and he's anatomically correct. I promise you everything is in proportion in a generous way."

"Holy shit," she said and her eyes narrowed on Cal in speculation.

"Baby," Tank sighed.

"Oh honey…you know you got nothing to worry about," Lula licked her lips at her husband. "You're the reason the rumors about black men's dicks got started in the first place."

"Just making sure," he said with a smile.

"Anyway everybody knows that Mexican men and Asian men have the smallest dicks," Woody said with a nod.

"Oh no, you did not go there," Manuel growled.

"Not you dude," Woody put his hands up in surrender. "For one thing you're taller than most of them and you're…well, you're Manuel Forturo."

"Damn Skippy," he nodded and crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair.

Ranger looked over at me, "when did I lose control?"

"When did you have control," I blinked.

"Babe," he sighed.

"I mean on this trip," I said sweetly. "Look honey, this is practically a vacation for everyone. Let them finish their breakfast and then we'll start on the gruesome details of the murder."

"Fine," he sighed.

I leaned over, "but for the record yours is magnificent."

He grinned and leaned over to kiss me.

"Now…there they go again. We can't talk about dicks and hard-ons around Stephanie," Mitch reminded the guys. "Her Hungarian hormones go all berserk and they'll disappear till noon and we'll be left sitting here cooling our jets till the appropriate number of 'ohGodRicohGod's go by," he rolled his eyes.

"Really," Ali looked over at us in speculation, "I wouldn't have pegged you for a wild one Steph."

"I'm Hungarian too," I reminded her.

"Oh yea," she nodded. "You have a point."

"Wait," Mitch raised a brow at Ali, "you're Hungarian?"

"Yea," she grinned.

"Interesting," he nodded in speculation.

Ali just grinned back at him.

I shook my head, "what was Daddy thinking?"

Ranger laughed, "as long as he doesn't blame me, I don't care."

From there Gabe mentioned that it wasn't the size of the boat it was the motion of the ocean and did a little hip thing that is going to be forever burned in my memory. Manuel met him in a high five and they busted out laughing.

"You just saying that because what swings between your legs is more a diddle than a ride," Lula asked with a snort.

Padma laughed, "no honey…he is definitely not saying that. I didn't marry him for his ability to take out the garbage."

"Heard that," Lula laughed and the girls hands met in another high five.

"What's the company policy for sexual harassment," I whispered.

"Does it count if they're all doing it," Ranger raised a brow. "Maybe when we get back we need a couple more of those diversified workplace seminars though."

I shrugged and took a bite of French toast.

"So if I'm Hungarian, what are you," Ali asked Mitch with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Dangerous," he grinned.

"How dangerous," she asked.

"Very, very dangerous," he said seriously.

"Babe, I think your back up plan just bit the dust," Ranger muttered.

"Bite me," I rolled my eyes.

He grinned, "Later."

Eventually we finished eating and put our dishes in the provided containers for collection later. Everyone refilled their coffee or beverage of choice and Ranger got to his feet.

"Good morning," he raised a brow. "Manuel…let's start with you. Did your DNA check come back with a good profile?"

"I got two profiles," he shook his head, "three if you count the vic. There were two male donors. That's what took so long. I had to clean it up and keep running it with portions. But now it's done. It's running through CODIS now, but I'll be honest with you, I'm not expecting a hit."

"I'm not either," Ranger nodded with a sigh. "Let me know the results when you get them, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded.

"Has any of the other evidence been useful?"

"Actually yes," he nodded. "I was able to extract a DNA sample from a cigarette butt found at the scene. This was especially telling since there is no smoking inside any Disney building. This butt was collected in the doorway to the display window where Sandy's body was found. Natalie caught that one."

"Good job Natalie," Ranger nodded at her in pride.

She blushed, "thanks."

"The DNA on the cigarette matches one of the semen samples. One of our players was at the scene."

"Good work," Ranger nodded. He turned to Kate, "Kate, Stephanie was telling me that semen basically has a shelf life?"

"That's true," Kate nodded and winked at me. "Semen or more accurately sperm more or less expires in seventy-two hours when conditions are favorable. Favorable conditions are a warm, moist environment. Semen is designed to handle a woman's body alkalis to a certain degree. If a body begins to cool or is extensively cleaned or other things happen, the semen becomes less viable. During ejaculation approximately sixty million sperm are released. More than half die in the first four to five hours. Once it's outside the body and air hits it, it dies almost immediately. I looked at the slides of semen taken from Sandy and I was confused. Now I understand, thanks to Manuel's explanation of two donors why I was confused. One of the donors left his specimen approximately four to seven hours prior to her death. Based on what I saw, I'd say there were multiple donations by one of the donors. The second donor, his donation was within a very short time of her death and there was only the single donation. I'd say within the hour."

"Would it be possible for you tell which donor left the latest sample," Ranger asked seriously.

"Only if we could separate the donations on the slide and then type them based on what I saw as far as the deterioration went," she sighed. "Manuel…"

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "I've got a lot to work with, but…" He frowned, "do you still have the original slides?"

"Yea," she nodded. "They're in the fridge in your lab."

"If I pull them now and we isolate those sperm cells one from the other, can you say which is older and which is newer?"

"Sure," she nodded.

"Then let me see what I can do," he nodded.

"Great," Ranger nodded. "Also I got a text message from Jack Margolis regarding Jake Freeman. We followed Stephanie's other hunch and found him at home. Stephanie and I will be going to speak to him later today." He turned to Ali, "did you have any luck with the phone yet?"

She held up the phone with a grin. "I used the data you guys gave me this morning and came up with the answer. I can access her email and her messages now. Most of the messages are pretty mundane. A lot are from Jake Freeman asking her to please call him, he's worried about her. A few prior to the time of her death are from various public phones throughout the park. I'm afraid after this much time dusting for prints is pretty much a waste of time, but if you want to give it a try, we can do that."

"Give us those locations," he nodded. "Gabe, Cal and Mitch…you're on that detail."

The men nodded.

"Lula, Padma, Natalie and Jenna…I need you to go through the underground tunnels where the princesses are mostly housed and moved and talk to everyone there. A young woman by the name of Caroline Watermill is going to meet you at the front gate to the Magic Kingdom at ten o'clock. She'll take you below. Make sure that you have your badges and the phones that Tank issued you. Just talk to people. Find out what they thought of Sandy. Ask if anyone noticed anything unusual. Note any unusual reactions and when we meet for the afternoon debriefing, let me know what you think."

The women nodded and grinned at each other.

"Ali, continue with the messages and emails. Get as many of them as you can transcribed. If any voice messages are left, let's analyze that data as well. Connie, can you stick with Manuel?"

"Oh yea," she grinned. "I love this job."

I laughed.

"It's fun," she admitted. "I'm thinking about pursuing another career."

"Good for you," I said and gave her a thumbs up.

"Kate, you know where you are. Tank and Brian, you're with Stephanie and me. Woody, I need you to stay here and create a time line and the evidence to support it. You have a whiteboard," he waved toward the wall. "If you need other materials procure them. Does anyone have any questions?" He looked around the room, "good, let's do this thing."

"Since when have you needed me to question a suspect," Tank asked as we walked to the SUV parked under the hotel.

"I don't know about this kid. Everyone else agreed to meet us easily. I'm worried he might run and right now, there's a fifty-fifty chance that he's the doer."

I sighed.

"What Steph," Brian asked.

"I just don't think it's him," I said softly.

"What makes you think that? Is it a tingle," Ranger asked seriously.

"More like feminine intuition," I smiled. "We'll see."

Jake Freeman lived in a decent sized condo in a fairly good section of Kissimmee. I was actually impressed, until I took the Forturos in I hadn't lived in a place nearly that nice. His condo was really attractive and the SUV sitting out front was pretty nice too.

He didn't answer the door right away. Tank finally banged heavily.

"What in the fuck do you want," the young man said as he slung the door open. He was wearing a pair of light sweat pants that he'd apparently been wearing for a few days. He had a couple days growth of beard. His eyes were blood shot and he looked rough. You could tell though that he was attractive under all of that.

"Mr. Jake Freeman," Brian said coolly.

"Yea," he nodded.

"We're with Rangeman Security. We've been authorized by the Buena Vista Police to investigate the murder of Sandy Rice."

His face crumbled and his eyes filled with tears. He silently stepped aside and allowed us to enter the condo. It was decorated in early bachelor. That means black leather and steel, chrome and glass. But it was fairly neat and none of it was really cheap stuff.

"She's really gone," he whispered and sank to the sofa.

"When's the last time you ate something," I frowned.

"I don't know," he said falling back on the couch and stared ahead silently.

I sighed and got up and went to the kitchen to make him something to eat and listen to the guys question him.

"When is the last time you saw her," Brian said gently.

"I saw her the night before she was murdered," he said tiredly. "She called me at about three that afternoon and left a message on my cell phone. She was with her friends…the princesses," he smirked when he said that. "She said they'd had lunch at McDonalds and they were going to do a little shopping at the Florida Mall. She said she was going to pick something up at the lingerie store there and come by my place later."

"What store," I asked from the kitchen.

"Sizzlin," he said with a slight smile. "She loved that place."

I smiled and went back to my work.

"So she came by later," Brian asked.

"Yea," he nodded. "I finished my shift at about eleven and didn't get home till almost midnight. She was already here. She had a key. She was wearing this…wow… It's still on my bedroom floor," he sighed. "Anyway…we made love a couple of times and then ate some bacon and eggs and made love a couple of more times. We went to sleep around four."

"She stayed the night," Ranger asked.

"Yea," he nodded. "She always stayed."

"Did you ever stay at her place," Brian asked.

"Not often," he frowned. "When we first started seeing each other I did, but then about four months ago…she started coming here all the time. I didn't think much about it at first. But…I had a feeling that something was bothering her."

"Connected with her place," Ranger asked.

"Sort of," he nodded.

I handed him a plate with one of Ranger's famous burritos on it and some sliced cantaloupe. I also gave him a glass of juice.

"This is really very nice of you," he said. "It smells great."

"Thank you," I sank down on the coffee table in front of him. "How long have you been in love with her?"

Tank, Brian and Ranger's brows went up at my question. But none of them interrupted me. I guess they knew I was on to something.

"Forever," he sighed. "She…I thought she felt the same way about me too, you know? Then about the same time she started coming here all the time she started pulling away from me emotionally. A little while after that she pushed her friend Amanda on me too." He turned brick red, "I agreed to have sex with her, but when it came down to it…I couldn't. Amanda lied to Sandy about it and Sandy seemed happy to believe we'd had sex. I didn't clear up the misunderstanding. There seemed little point."

"You have no idea what happened," I said softly.

"None," he shook his head. "I know people think I'm some kind of bed hopping guy around there going from princess to princess or groupie to groupie, but I'm not like that. Maybe once I was, but since I met Sandy I didn't want anyone else," he said miserably. "Amanda told everyone that I screwed both of them. When I was younger maybe, but now…I love her. I didn't want anyone else. I wanted to marry her. I even bought a ring. I do some modeling, commercials and some other television and movie work here besides the gig at Disney. I do okay. I have been saving my money and I want to get out of here and go back to school and…" His voice broke and he stopped for a second as his jaw worked to control his pain, "I wanted to marry her and get out. I know there's something wrong here. Please find out who did this. I'm begging you, find out who did this."

"We'll do our best," I said softly and put my hand on his arm. "Jake is there anything you can tell us about her habits or how her habits have changed in the last several months?"

He took a deep breath, "she stopped hanging out with her friends as much as she used to. I mean they were joined at the hip at one time. Then about four months ago, they stopped hanging out. Eventually they started meeting for lunch somewhere at Downtown Disney every other week or so. She always came here after that. Something in their relationship changed big time. She also stopped driving to work. She took the bus and then the employee shuttle. I thought that was weird. She said it was to save fuel and go green. But she liked the crowds. If she had to work a late shift, she'd ride home with me. She planned it in advance. It's like she was afraid to walk through the parking lot or something alone."

"How often is anyone really alone there," I blinked.

"Not much," he smiled. "But when you're part of the entertainment cast, you leave earlier than most of the rest of the cast at night so it's a little quiet when you leave. I guess she had a scare or something."

"She didn't name any names," Ranger asked.

"No," he shook his head, "and she wouldn't talk about it when I asked her either."

"What are you going to do," Brian asked.

"I'd like to go to Trenton for her funeral. I spoke to her mother and it will be in two days. If I promise to return, will it be a problem for me to go?"

The three men looked at me.

I smiled, "I shouldn't think so. As a matter of fact, I think it's a really good idea for you to pack up and take off today. Let us know when you're coming back too." I handed him my card.

"You think whoever killed her may come after me," he frowned.

"I don't know," I said with a smile, "but why take any chances."

"Okay," he nodded. "Thank you for lunch."

"Will you fly or drive," Ranger asked.

"I'll fly and rent a car," he said.

"Let's make the arrangements and get you to the airport."

I nodded thankfully at my brilliant husband.

"Leave it to us," Tank assured him.

"One more thing," I dug through my purse till I found the glass cylinder with the long Q-tip inside. "Would you mind?"

"DNA sample," he said wide-eyed, "really?"

"Really," I smiled. "We already know you had sex with the victim prior to her death. We want to make sure your sample is excluded."

He nodded and allowed me to swab his mouth.

I put the Q-tip back in the vial and closed it and returned it to my purse.

Jake reached over and gently touched the back of my hand, "you'll find him? You'll stop him?"

I nodded.

He sighed, "Thanks. I better get a shower and pack."

"Good idea," I nodded.

Four hours later we walked Jake Freeman to security at Orlando International and left the airport with a sigh of relief.

"You think whoever killed her would go after him," Brian asked.

"If it's an obsession that some predator had over her, yea…he'd want to eliminate him. He murdered her because he was angry. He'd blame him," I nodded.

"Then he's gone and that's good," Ranger nodded.

"Yea," I sighed. "He's not the doer."

"Where does that leave us," Tank sighed.

"With a million other suspects," I sighed. "And none of them have a name."

"Great," he groaned.

"Yea," I nodded. "That's great."

The afternoon meeting told us that there was a four to five hour break between semen donations. The last donor was likely the doer. Manuel had already run the sample I'd brought back and they compared it to the two donations. Jake had told the truth, his donation had been the earlier one. Our killer was someone else and my instincts were still good.

"Ladies," Ranger turned to the women, "how was your stroll down princess lane?"

They laughed and Lula, the designated spokeswoman, got to her feet. "Well Batman, it's like this. Those girls, they're all scared of somthin. I don't know what they're scared of, but they scared. One of em…who was it Padma?"

"Jasmine," she said with a slight smile, "er…Jennifer Brooks."

"Yea…this Jasmine girl, she said that while Cinderella is the first one that's turned up murdered, but quite a few have just disappeared with no notice at all. They're concerned."

"Why wouldn't Margolis mention something like that," Mitch frowned.

"Yea, why wouldn't he," I said thoughtfully.

"Babe," Ranger raised a brow.

"I think Brian needs to head over to personnel and get a list of the girls who've just disappeared so we can start a trace. What if Sandy's not our first vic?"

"We need to find victim zero," Mitch said seriously. "If we find victim zero, we can find our killer."

Ranger took a deep breath, "Brian…"

"I'm on it," he nodded.

He turned to Tank, "you know what we need to do."

"I'll call Miami," he nodded.

At least this time their communication wasn't completely without words. I was glad of that.

"I'd say we've had a very successful day…sort of," Ranger grimaced. "Let's let go and get some relaxation in. I think we're having dinner with Padma and Gabe tonight, right Babe?"

"Right," I nodded. "We're dining at the Magic Kingdom at the Crystal Palace with Pooh and Friends. There's no booze there."

"Thank God," Padma grinned.

"Pooh," Ranger raised a brow at me.

"As in Winnie the Pooh," I said sweetly.

He gave me his most pained expression. "Babe…"

I laughed and almost everyone in the room laughed with me.

"So…is anybody else interested in hitting the Magic Kingdom after dinner," Ranger raised a brow at them.

Everyone agreed. We had a plan. If only our plan to catch a killer was so well defined and executed.