Anything bad that happens at Disney World easily makes it to the national news within minutes.
Murder is always sure to lead on the six o’clock news. So, a murder happening at the most Magical Place on Earth was big talk around every water cooler in America the day after the headlines hit. Add in both the suspect and victims were minor Disney celebrities and the tabloids went nuts.
She was a former Mouseketeer, from 82 to 83, married to the star of two Disney movies, from the Seventies. They had divorced once but it did not take and they were working on their tenth year of wedded turbulence. Saying theirs was a hostile relationship would be an understatement. The Jets and the Sharks got along better, in fact the marriage had ended similarly to what had happened to Riff and Bernardo. She was still alive him not so much. She was the first and only suspect.
Her lawyers wanted to pay me a lot of money, to look over the official version and see if I could poke some holes in it. The defense team waved a bunch of money at me and thought I would jump. Typically, I would be a fool to say no. But this was a high-profile case and a lot of eyes were on it and I did not like being near the spotlight. I avoided public attention like a redhaired freckled face tourist avoids the Florida sun. But the paycheck was right; big, huge, and enormous. So, I agreed and signed non-disclosure contracts with addendums and clauses.
The law firm wanted me to read the files first but I waved them off. I wanted to go to the scene of the crime and view it with my own peepers before I started slogging through other people’s impressions.
Now it is said ‘no one dies at Walt Disney World’ and this is technically true. No one is officially dead until a Sawbones says, ‘that man is dead.’ But for all the adults in the room we know that is just not true. People are dead no matter where a doc says those four little words. But hey who am I to disagree with a technicality.
I arrived at the Polynesian Resort lobby to meet my minder, Jerry Waters. Jerry was the lead investigator for the D.A.s office, a decent guy but he was a company man, and he never let you forget it. I was going to be the metaphorical enemy for this interaction. We made small talk but I avoided questions about the case until I could see the scene.
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