It was nice to have a day off. I got a little extra sleep and a little extra time with my husband and I will definitely not complain about that. Daddy was right about approaching these things with a new set of eyes. I had some ideas and I wanted to follow up on them. I just had to convince my husband and the team that it was worth the effort.

The morning meeting started on time. Breakfast was there. The chatter was low and actually more about the case than anything else. Various ideas were being thrown around. I stayed quiet though. I didn't want to tip my hand too much.

Eventually Ranger called the meeting to order and we settled back with our yellow legal pads, coffee and bottles of water to figure out the plan of attack for the day.

"Okay, Jack Margolis came through with the files we needed. They printed out copies of everything and those of us not working on other specifics will go through them today." He pointed behind him, "that stack is complaints filed by cast members against guests and that stack," he waved to the other side, "is complaints filed by guests against cast members. As you can see, the cast members complain a lot more than the guests. That means that Disney does a good job of hiring. Anyone without an assignment at the end of this meeting dig into that pile and look for anything suspicious."

Everyone nodded.

"I understand that there were two young women who worked here during the time that Sandy was employed by Disney that committed suicide. I'd like Natalie and Mitch to check out…er…Jordan Maxwell's family and friends. Padma and Gabe, I'd like you to check out…Susan Huffman's friends. You're looking for any change of behavior, when that change started and anything else they're willing to share with you like diaries, etc. We likely need our victim zero."

The four of them nodded.

"Ali…any luck on Facebook or MySpace?"

"Nothing overt," she said and bit her lip. "It's just…I have a feeling there's something I'm missing. Her Facebook account is pretty clean. It's all public so there's not much to learn that anyone couldn't have learned. Therefore, it's pretty much a waste of time." She sighed, "It's MySpace that I'm having trouble with."

"Why," Ranger asked.

"Her MySpace account is completely private. Of course, I was able to get in, but something is just not sitting right with me."

"Anything stand out," he asked.

"Jake is her number one friend," she said quietly. "That doesn't really surprise me. He posts to her MySpace almost daily or he did, he never posts to her Facebook. They also message privately on MySpace. Their relationship was hot and heavy. After Jake, her family is next up on her list. She has a lot of friends…about 1100. It's going to take a while to go through them and see what's nagging at me."

"Keep it up," he nodded.

"Ali, check her friends from Disney," I said softly. "I think there may be something there."

"I'll do it," she agreed.

"Babe," Ranger raised a brow.

"It's just," I sighed. "I was thinking that if she's being stalked and raped by someone who's not an employee of Disney, but has a connection to someone from Disney, it's likely to be one of her friends."

He frowned thoughtfully, "how do you want to proceed?"

"I would like to re-interview Joanna and Amanda. I think they're our most likely candidate and it would explain why she pulled away from them. Or…and this is where I get confused, she pulled away to protect them from the rapist. I'm afraid I haven't fine tuned my abilities enough to know for sure. Either that or the bean is leeching off my unmentionableness."

"Is that a word," Mitch raised a brow.

I shrugged.

"Either way," Ranger said shaking his head, "if you've got a tingle, we need to follow up on it."

I nodded.

"All right, does everyone know what they're doing today?"

There was a chorus of 'yes boss'.

"Good, see you back here at four for the afternoon briefing. Let's find something concrete people," he said and closed his leather notebook.

Ranger and I headed to Joanna's (Aurora) apartment. It was farther from Disney than I expected and in a seedier section of the city than I expected. The apartment was clean though.

"Oh," she blinked when she opened the door, "I wasn't expecting you."

"We just have a few more questions for you," Ranger said silkily. "We're trying to make some connections."

"Do you have any suspects?"

"A few," he nodded, "both inside and outside the cast."

"Oh my gosh," she blinked in surprise. "How did they get in the backstage area if they're not part of the cast?"

"Who can say," he shrugged. "Perhaps they had an accomplice."

"Eww, that's creepy," she stepped aside to let us into the apartment. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No…I'm good," Ranger nodded.

"Me too," I smiled.

"Wow, so you think it's like a team of killers," she shook her head.

"Well, we're not sure about all the details. I wanted to ask a couple of more questions about Sandy's relationship with Jake Freeman."

"Yea," she sighed. "I don't think I gave you that many details before. I'll be honest, I was just so shocked about her murder and all. I don't think I was myself and I'm not sure I am yet. I do want to help though in any way I can. What can I do?"

"Did Sandy say anything about her relationship with Jake at all that was unsettling?"

"Yea, I was thinking about that," she sighed. "About a month before she was murdered she told me that Jake was coming on really strong to her, like he was coming on too strong. She was uncomfortable with their sexual relationship and felt trapped. She said she was going to distance herself from him."

"What had he done that made her feel that way?"

"She didn't go into details, but she even tried to pawn him off on Amanda. Amanda had sex with him and all, but she didn't want all the kinky stuff that Jake was apparently into like bondage and some S&M. Again, she didn't go into details, but the gist of it was that he was too kinky for her." She shook her head, "anyway, after Jake and Amanda fizzled out she started trying to get me to have sex with him. I wasn't into that."

"Even though he was supposed to be this stud in bed," Ranger asked.

"I'm not like that," she shrugged. "I haven't had a boyfriend for a while. I'm kind of into relationships and not just sex. I couldn't do it. I kept turning her down and then I started avoiding her calls."

"What happened then?"

"It just tore our friendship apart. It got to the point that neither Amanda nor I wanted to be around her for a while. Then we started hanging out every couple of weeks and she cut back on the conversation about Jake. She was seeing someone else. She was buying lingerie for him. As a matter of fact, she bought some lingerie the last time we were together…the day before she died, at the Florida Mall…from Sizzlin. Do you know it?"

"Yea," I said and my lips twitched.

"Anyway, I'd be surprised if Jake was involved, but he probably knows something."

"Has she mentioned any names to you lately?"

"Not really?"

"Did she say why she was avoiding driving her car to work when she was working nights?"

"She said she was trying to go green," she shrugged. "She and Jake lived in complexes beside each other. She said it just made sense for them to ride together especially at night at least once they'd gotten through the sex stuff and were just sort of friends."

"Why would she want to ride with him when she was trying to avoid him?"

"I don't know…I'm guessing to save money. Like I said, he apparently took it okay when they cut off the sexual relationship. He knew she was seeing someone else. I mean he still looked at her like he wanted her. They perform together…they…," her eyes filled. She took a deep shaky breath, "they used to perform together in some of the shows. They did the eleven and two show through the week together as Cinderella and Prince Charming. They seemed fine. I mean, he was gentle with her. I thought he wasn't over her, but he accepted things." She sighed again, "anyway Jake was making good money and Sandy was too for a while, but her print and commercial work started drying up a couple of months ago. She may have been having trouble making ends meet."

"Is there anything else you can think of?"

She shook her head.

Ranger handed her his card, "call my cell if you think of anything…no matter how insignificant it is."

"Okay," she nodded.

We headed back to Disney and stopped off at Downtown Disney to grab some lunch and talk about what we'd learned. We got a seat at Bongo's Cuban Cafe and ordered. Ranger was in heaven. He ordered Pechuga de Pollo Empanizado which is breaded and deep-fried chicken breast served with white rice and sweet plantains. I had Sandwich Cubano made with Cuban bread and ham, pork, swiss cheese and pickles. Hey, when in Rome…or in a Cuban restaurant anyway. He had Cuban beer and I had a bottle of water. He's the boss, he can do that.

"What do you think," he raised a brow.

"I think it's a nice restaurant even if it's a little weird looking," I said looking around.

"I meant about the interview with Joanna," he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Oh that," I laughed. "I think she's lying."

"Okay…why," he tilted his beer up to sip.

"Because I got the truth vibes off of Jake and because they were communicating regularly and with great…er verve on MySpace. Also, that whole thing about saving money and riding to work didn't jibe. No…she wanted to be with Jake."

"What about the other part?"

"What part?"

"The part about how she tried to push him off on her too."

"I don't believe she pushed him off on either of them. I think Amanda wanted a shot with him and she let her have it. I think she was testing him to see if he'd fail."

"Women do that?"

"Sometimes," I smiled. "Face it even Jake said that before he was with Sandy he was a rogue. He was dipping his wick in anything that would have him. Then Sandy came along and he wanted to be with her. He fell in love. It would be difficult for most girls to believe that a philanderer…like you for instance…would drop his ways to be faithful."

"But I have," he said and leaned toward me and ran his beer bottle down my bare arm. "Besides, with you around I don't have the time or the energy to fool around with anyone else."

"I'll do my best to make sure it stays that way," I grinned. I leaned back as they put my sandwich down in front of me, "oh my God that looks good."

"Enjoy," the waiter grinned and walked away.

"I may need a bite of that," Ranger said eyeing my sandwich.

"Which one of us is pregnant? Remind me again," I raised a brow at him.

He just laughed.

We arrived back at the conference room a few minutes ahead of schedule and looked over what they'd been able to dig up. There were a few instances of girls who were similar to Sandy in appearance who'd reported a guy following them to their cars, etc.

All the descriptions were similar. The guy was over 6 feet with black hair and brown eyes. He had facial hair, some said a scruff and others described a beard. He was athletically built with a dark complexion. They all said he was attractive. There were no renderings and nobody had checked the cameras to see if they could identify the guy. There had been little or no follow up.

Brian had called the security office, but all of the tapes were eventually written over, it would be impossible to follow up visually with any of those occurrences and see if we could get a picture. It was frustrating, to say the least. There was one piece of good news though. The film for the day of Sandy's murder was not overwritten. They'd saved it and were sending us a copy.

Padma and Gabe had no luck with getting any information out of Susan Huffman's family or friends. They'd noticed nothing unusual. She'd seemed fine and now she was dead. The sister really thought it had to do with her weight. Susan's weight fluctuated a lot, and that was the real reason she left Disney with no notice. She no longer fit into her costume. She knew they'd let her go when they found out, so she took it out of their hands. The sister said she had real self-esteem issues.

Natalie and Mitch were a little more fortunate when it came to Jordan Maxwell's family and friends. Her best friend reported that she'd mentioned this new guy in her life. He was tall, dark and handsome and completely in love with her and vice versa. She had told her that the sex was off the charts good. She reported that Jordan's new lover was not as tender as her previous boyfriends. He liked sex rough and dirty, but she found she didn't mind. She mentioned missing foreplay. My radar tuned in immediately. The best friend said that it was really quite suddenly that she stopped talking about the boyfriend and stopped hanging out with her friends more than she had been. Some of her friends said she was a little flaky and when she had a new boyfriend she tended to disappear into her relationship. Her best friend disagreed. Maybe she didn't talk to everyone, but when Jordan had been in relationships before she'd shared every detail with her and she wasn't talking.

She said shortly after that she stopped hanging out with any of her friends at all including her. She said she had to go to her house and see her if she wanted to spend any time with her. She was becoming a hermit. She started wearing long sleeves even though it was in the eighties outside and the friend knew that was weird. That's when she noticed bruises on her arms and legs and neck. She'd specifically noticed them on her wrists, ankles and thighs when she'd changed in front of her once. Her mother reported the same bruising.

The best friend, Hilary, could only remember that his name started with a B. Her mother let them go through her room and her things, but Hilary mentioned that she had a storage unit that was prepaid and maybe there would be something there since she'd paid a year in advance and she'd been dead only six months.

Ranger asked Brian to try to get information and permission to go through the unit. He said he'd get on it in the morning.

"All right," Ranger nodded. "I feel good about where we are right now as opposed to where we were two days ago. When the video comes in, Mitch and Ali…you're on it. Scour every inch of it. Pull out every picture of anyone fitting the description of the stalker and we'll do a photo lineup for the ladies that reported the stalker. Maybe we can get this thing done! And tonight…"

"We're having dinner with Mitch and Ali at Mama Melrose at Disney Studios and then Rock N Roller Coaster, The Tower of Terror and Fantasmic."

"Babe…"

"Okay, Padma and I will ride The Great Movie Ride a million times while you guys have real fun and we'll all go to Fantasmic."

"That's more like it."

"Ass," I muttered.

"And you love me," he grinned.

"TM fucking I," Mitch shook his head and walked out of the room.

Ranger leaned over to me, "I don't think he's quite over you yet."

"Give him time," I smiled.

"He's got till tomorrow," he shook his head.

"Ass," I laughed.