Patrick woke up tired from the late-night tour of Disneyland they squeezed in after checking in. The hotel was a short walk through a parking lot to the main gate. After arriving, they didn’t even unpack, just washed their hands, bought discount tickets at reception, and went.
In the Disney Resort area, he and his daughters were invisible in the parade of jumpy kids, excited teenagers, and worn-thin parents. Those guys in black would stand out, though, even at night.
Inside the gates, it had been crowded and a bit cold in the early evening. He watched closely but saw no sign of the driver or the shovel-faced guy who followed them on the train.
He bought the girls sweatshirts and caps, and let them load up on Mickey Mouse sandwiches, Monsters melon bread, and churros slathered in tooth-m
