1:00 pm
The Chamber meeting was dragging on forever. Mego wondered about ordering a third dessert. His waiter was giving him a nasty look -- he wanted the table open. Christine finally left, hailing a taxi to take her to what the social secretary had said would be the opening of a new anchor store in another mall in which the Marshalls had a ton of money invested. Mego managed to shrink down and hitch a ride on the taxi bumper -- not a comfortable ride but if the former Hydraulic Woman was going somewhere other than the location on her calendar he wanted to know where it was.
With the grandkids to keep entertained Susan was no longer calling Go Tower every ten minutes for news. George was able to limit his calls to every half hour. He considered the name of a suspect progress, but wanted more news as soon as possible.
Eds continued to accompany police units, but nothing good had happened yet.
Kim, Ron, and Will decided that Shego's Subway represented a lunch break. They decided to try a fast food drive through, realizing it was a mistake only after they got in the line and discovered it was far longer, and slower, than they had expected. Kim called Wade and asked him to keep them alerted if Shego left the sandwich shop.
After the lunch crowd started to thin Shego crossed the street to the drug store. She selected a toothbrush and went to pay at the counter. The nametag on the paunchy, slightly balding man read Dexter. He clearly recognized the green and black costume and the pale woman across the counter from him. His hands were shaking as he handed her change and a sales slip to her. “Have a nice day,” he managed to croak.
“Why, Dexter,” she smiled, “is that anyway to greet an old friend?”
“I don't know what you mean, lady.”
“Oh, I think you do. It's a little hard to recognize you without the blue and gray outfit. But a girl never forgets the first man to turn her brother into a rabbit.”
The store was largely empty now, and a woman behind the lunch counter called over, “Everything okay, Dex, honey?”
“It's fine,” he lied, drops of sweat running down his forehead.
“I'm a third cousin he doesn't like to talk about,” Shego called over. “Our side never gets invited to the family gatherings. Did you get my grandma's wedding gift?”
“Which one was that?” the woman asked.
Dexter spoke up, “It was a roller skate, covered in Thousand Island dressing. Uh, I didn't let you see it. These people are nuts.”
“That's a terrible way to talk about family,” Shego chided him. She called over to the woman, “I need to borrow him for awhile. I need information on some things from years ago.” She lowered her voice and hissed at the druggist, “And information on last night.”
“I don't know anything,” he whispered.
“Well, you're coming with me. I want to make sure you don't have a hand in this. And get your costume,” she whispered. “Unless you want everyone at Go Tower to know what you really look like.”
“What are you two talking about?” Dexter's wife called.
“Family business. I need to go with cousin…”
“Sheila.”
“Cousin Sheila for a little while. I need some papers in a suitcase I have up in the storage room.”
“Look, if you had nothing to do with this and play along I let you go and don't tell my brothers you are here. If you try to run now I take that as an admission of guilt in regard to Hego. Think about that when you consider slipping out the window.”
“Give me about ten minutes, Sheila,” He said in a normal tone. “I'll get my papers together and be right back down.”