"Say, nice do," Rollie commented to Angie, as she slowly lifted an eyelid toward his face as he lay on his stomach beside her.
 
 

"I could say the same…salt water does such nice things to it," Angie replied, lifting her head as Rollie played with the spikes that had formed on top of her head.
 
 

"Punker…"
 
 

"Tasmanian Devil…"
 
 

"What’s gotten into us?"
 
 

"I don’t know…we aren’t getting chased or being threatened or in serious trouble in the past uh, six hours…"Angie replied, on elbows and sticking her finger into the sand in front of her.
 
 

"Better find some wood to knock on," Rollie warned her as he rolled over on his back and squinted slightly at the afternoon sun.
 
 

Angie took her fist and playfully knocked on his forehead then as he grinned.
 
 

"You know…" he began and suddenly turned on his side looking at the length of her before fixating on her eyes; "I just wanted to tell you…that I have never loved you more and my God, today…you were wonderful!"
 
 

Angie smiled, her sun warmed lips meeting his as he tasted the salt from the sea on the corners of her mouth; "I think it was the bed…" she commented, and then laughed as she got her fingers caught in his hair, the salt water had become like a terrible mousse throughout it.
 
 

"No, not at all…I’m serious, making love with you only gets better. I can’t explain it- I just wanted to let you know…" he continued and she looked at him coyly before she replied;
 
 

"I’m taking night classes, you know."
 
 

He chuckled and rolled over on top of her as she squealed slightly, his mouth circling over hers as he kissed her, enjoying her squirm beneath him as she giggled.
 
 

"Stop it!" she told him, coming up for air, "I don’t want to get in trouble again!"
 
 

"We are so bad…" he whispered, rolling off her and curled up next to her, his face in the nook of her shoulder and side of her neck; "fornicators of Lookout Point…"
 
 

A shadow suddenly came over them entwined on the beach and they both looked up to see Marvin Vanduran towering over them, hands on hips and looking so officially cop-like, it startled them.
 
 

"You guys having fun?"
 
 

"Hey, Cap, how’d you find us?" Rollie asked, sitting up as Angie joined him, putting her hand over her eyes to see him clearly.
 
 

"I knew you said you were going to Malibu this afternoon, looked for Lucinda’s car and here I am…"he answered in a deductive, reasonable voice.
 
 

"Ah, you want to join us?" Angie asked, grinning.
 
 

"Does it look like it?" he responded, gruffly.
 
 

"Ouch! I guess not," Angie replied, pulling on her T-shirt and frowning.
 
 

"What’s this about then?" Rollie asked, standing and looked down at Vanduran with a serious look in his eyes.
 
 

"Came to tell you that I am going on to the airport today. Going home early and wanted you to give Lucinda this for me…" he began and handed Rollie an envelope.
 
 

"What?"
 
 

"It just is not working out, Tyler. I’m just not into this world out here, damn it, I’m a cop. She’s better off with someone who can enjoy her world. That’s not me, I’m afraid."
 
 

"Wouldn’t it be better if you said it to her face?" Angie asked, standing up herself then, knowing how Lucinda would react to a letter.
 
 

"It probably would, but then she would still have feelings for me. I want to break this off so that she can just get over it quickly. It’s best."
 
 

"For who?" Angie asked again, as he made a face and turned around from them.
 
 

"Just give it to her, Rollie, okay?" he asked, not turning back to look at them.
 
 

"Yeah, sure…" Rollie answered, his disappointment in his tone.
 
 

They stood watching him make it back up the hill to the parking area. He was cursing as he pulled off his oxfords, shaking out the sand.
 
 

"He is a duck out of water, isn’t he?" Rollie surmised, watching the New York cop fight the free sand of California.
 
 

"Maybe…or is he just a man with a broken heart," Angie replied, shaking her head, "Come on…we’d better get back now before she gets home. I think our vacation is not heading toward a bright future."
 
 

"Yeah…maybe the old man has called…" Rollie answered, pulling up the quilt and following Angie as she trudged slowly toward the dune to Luce’s car.

Bastion Kwan had turned the circular control in the middle of the teacup over and over as Taia laughed and aided him. Almost to the bottom of the cup was Dingo, calling out for mercy.
 
 

"Bloody torture machine, make it stop!" he yelled out as they swirled in a mass of brightly painted teacups in Fantasyland.
 
 

As the ride finally came to an end, Dingo straightened up, smiling as he watched the boy laughing at him. Taia made a saving grace smile as Dingo commented;
 
 

"I can take everything but going ‘round in circles…the Kai Chi should use this for torture!"
 
 

Taia suddenly looked at him as he realized what he had just said…it was a warning look and he sighed as they got out of the cup and made their way along a crowd of people.
 
 

Bastion had run over to the drink stand, requesting something to drink and as Taia stood watching, Dingo assisted in purchasing the boy a soda. She was ever watchful, even in Disneyland.
 
 

They were headed toward the Pirates of the Caribbean ride as Bastion jumped up and down, hearing the song from the mouth of the cave.
 
 

"Want to go there!" he told them, eagerly as he pulled on Taia’s hand.
 
 

"It’s dark in there…" Dingo warned, looking at Taia.
 
 

"I’ll wait outside…you and Bastion ride. Okay?" she told him as he nodded.
 
 

Taia slipped Bastion’s knapsack off, holding it in her hands as Dingo and her little boy got closer to getting into one of the boats. As they got within ten feet, Bastion suddenly turned around and ran back to her;
 
 

"Want my picture of papa!" he said suddenly, shocking her.
 
 

"But Bastion, the ride is ready to go. Go with Uncle Dingo now…" she told him, "your picture is at home!"
 
 

"No!" he whined and pointed to his knapsack, "in there!"
 
 

She looked at his knapsack, Dingo starting to get edgy by the boat and unzipped the side pouch. Inside, she found the picture of Rollie that she had kept.
 
 

"Here, put it in your pocket," she told him, kissing him as he squirmed, "and remember, he’s not your papa…"
 
 

Bastion smiled and just replied, "papa" as he ran off to jump into the boat with Dingo. Taia waved, a bit unsettled as she watched them disappear into the cave. She was holding onto Bastion’s knapsack tightly, so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

Bastion Kwan was crying. He was inconsolable as he fought in the arms of the policeman who carried him into the station. He choked on his tears as he held on tightly to the picture, now tattered and curled in his hand. He had bitten the last policeman that had tried to take it from him.
 
 

"Let’s send out a video picture, a description and if we can get that photo out of his hand, let’s copy that as well and send it out on the internet to all of Southern California first;" remarked the police chief at the Anaheim precinct.
 
 

He sighed, looking at the boy. This wasn’t their first lost child at Disneyland. They had more than their share of them but it had been one of the few cases in which Disney employees had found blood splattered on the child’s clothes and seat of the boat he was found riding in as he emerged from the ride.
 
 

A woman officer, with dark hair and a smile, came up to Bastion. She didn’t say or do anything to threaten him. Instead, she pulled out a book, a children’s book and began to read. Within a few minutes, Bastion had calmed down, was sucking his thumb and had moved closer to her. Her voice was calm, relaxed and she did not make eye contact with him. She pretended to be reading to herself, but the book was lying on her lap so that he could see the pictures.
 
 

Through a series of soft, short questions, she found out his name was Bastion. He offered his last name as Kwan. Finally, the woman pulled out her wallet and showed Bastion her children’s pictures, naming them each slowly and stroking each picture as she smiled and then showed them to Bastion.
 
 

Bastion, now calm and curious, offered her a look at his picture as he mimicked her and stroked the picture softly; "papa" he said, looking up at her with large, light hazel eyes, still red and slightly tearful.
 
 

She smiled as she shook her head in understanding. She could see as she handed him her pictures and flipping them over to show him names of her children and the writing in general, that he offered her the same opportunity. She looked quickly at the handwriting, the name was there…Rollie Tyler.
 
 

"Would you like to make some more pictures of your picture? We can make lots!" she asked, excitedly.
 
 

With a nod, they walked over to the copy machine and began to make copies, copies for Bastion and copies for the Internet.
 
 

The police chief smiled at his officer and dispatched a copy of the picture and name along with Bastion’s name and picture to all precincts at that point. Bastion, sitting in the floor of his office was busy making a mosaic floor of Rollie Tyler pictures.

Captain Mark Eisley was ready to go home. He was tired. He knew that dinner was going to be a lousy casserole that his sister had brought over a week ago, frozen. With his wife out of town, he had been reduced to handouts and burger joints for his meals at night. As he loosened his tie, grabbing his jacket, he strode through the day room, checking that everyone had turned their computers off. Sometimes, he left a warning…sometimes he just got mean and chewed them out. With all the power surges in that place, they fried more hard drives than ever and nothing seemed to work. Seeing the flash of light coming from the last desk, he made a face.
 
 

"Hardesty, damn idiot…how many times!" he said out loud, swinging around the desk and starting to shut the computer off. But he stopped in mid air, his face suddenly frowning as his mouth opened. The name on the email header was a lost child found…looking for Rollie Tyler….photo enclosed.
 
 

Opening the email, he took a double look before making a copy of the email with picture.
 
 

"Jeez, what’s this pervert up to now?" he asked out loud, going back to his office. He pulled up the arrest report on his computer and ran the address and telephone number where Tyler had stated he would be staying during his vacation. It looked like the frozen casserole would have to wait.