“Forty-five minutes,” seconds his brother.
“We appreciate you guys handling this,” says Ceepak.
Dylan Murray smirks at my soaked shorts and Ceepak’s soggy pants.
“So what’s with you two? Your adult diapers leaking again?”
“Something like that,” says Ceepak with a grin.
“We took a turn in the dunk booth,” I say. “Over on Pier Two.”
“Wish I had known,” says Dylan. “Would’ve bought a dozen balls.”
“Yeah, it would’ve taken you a dozen to finally hit the target.”
Yes, this is what we do. We bust each other’s chops. It makes knowing that the mayor’s bratty kid is going to skate free, no matter what he did, a little easier to stomach.
Ceepak and I follow the Murrays back to the house in my Jeep and hit the locker room where, fortunately, we each have a dry pair of pants. And socks. When I take my wet ones off, my toes look like yogurt-covered raisins. They’re curdled worse than cottage cheese.
We grab a quick bite at the Yellow Submarine, this sandwich shop on Ocean Avenue (where you can get Mean Mister Mustard and Glass Onions on anything), then head back to the boardwalk and Pier Two.
On the drive over, Ceepak fills me in on the Free Fall ride’s criminal background.
“The Sea Haven operators are calling their ride ‘The StratosFEAR.’ In Michigan, it was known as ‘Terminal Velocity,’ a name that, unfortunately, it soon lived up to. A fourteen-year-old girl was killed after falling one hundred and forty feet from her seat as it plummeted down the drop tower at a rate of descent approaching fifty miles per hour.”
“What happened?”
“According to witnesses, the girl pitched forward while the ride was in free fall. She landed face-down on the pavement at the base of the tower; died on the way to the hospital.”
“Was there an investigation?”
“Quite an extensive one. Officials at the amusement park stated that the victim’s seat should not have been occupied because it did not have a functioning restraint system.”
“What? The seat belt was broken?”
“Actually, it was the shoulder restraint. She was sitting in an open-air car. The only thing holding her in was the padded chest harness over her head and shoulders. The victim’s restraint did not lock properly. The force of the drop caused it to flip up. The final report faulted maintenance workers for failing to designate that particular seat as being ‘out of service’ on the day of the accident.”
“That’s it? Some guy forgot to tape a sign on the girl’s seat?”
“Management at the Michigan amusement park also conceded that all the restraints on the ride should have been checked manually by ride operators before the cars were hoisted skyward.”
Well, duh, I think.