“Holy fucking shit,” I said. “Disney World.”
“Disney World attracts a lot of fags, and not just for the so-called ‘gay day’ in June. And there’s the largest gay entertainment complex in the country, right there on Orange Blossom Trail.”
“Yeah, the Parliament House. Why the fuck didn’t we think of that?”
“I dunno, but I’m ready for my reward for figuring it out.”
“Reward? We haven’t posted one, but give me fifteen minutes to organize my thoughts on this, and I’m sure I can think of something that you might consider suitable.”
I turned to the computer, jotted down a few ideas, and sent an e-mail to my office address, along with a copy of the script I’d drafted. Those tasks accomplished, I signed off and went to the master bedroom, where Mike was waiting for his reward.
The next morning, I sent an e-mail to Janet, David, and Gregg, telling them what Mike and I had come up with, and asked them to follow up and get back to me. Then I called the chief.