Free 10 A Script for Danger by Carolyn Keene

film getting hurt,” Kendall insisted. “If you call the police, I’m pulling Brian off the movie.”
    â€œBrian doesn’t listen to you, as far as I can tell,” Lali sneered. “And don’t you dare tell me how to run my set!”
    â€œFine. Then consider what the investors will think if they hear about an investigation. Pranks are one thing; crimes are a whole new ball game, Lali,” Kendall fired back. “Plus, I think—and I’m sure the police will agree—that this pendant thing was an accident. Someone’s cheap necklace broke and fell into the cider while it was being passed around. You’ll just slow the whole shoot down for nothing. Trust me.”
    Lali paused. “You have a point,” she mumbled.
    Interesting, I thought. Kendall doesn’t want to get the police involved. She was looking more and more guilty by the minute.
    Meanwhile, the incident had sent ripples through the crew. Their animated chatter permeated the inn’s entrance as they reset the scene.
    â€œAll the pranks have been related to food from craft services,” I heard Nysa say. “Cider, ketchup, chocolate sauce, the coffee machine . . .”
    Lali heard her too and shook her head. “Nysa, that’s enough. I won’t let this set turn into a witchhunt. Everyone just needs to focus on work. I assure you, I’m taking this very seriously.”
    I noticed that Sal’s expression was particularly stormy, and I figured that he had overheard Nysa’s accusation as well. He stormed off into the night. Although the cinema lights illuminated everything on and around the set, most of the lawn surrounding the inn was shrouded in darkness.
    â€œAll right, we’re going to do another take,” Nysa hollered.
    â€œI’m going to follow Sal. I have to find out where he’s sneaking off to,” I whispered to Bess and George.
    â€œAre you sure?” Bess asked worriedly. “Nancy, let us come with you!”
    I appreciated her concern, but I knew that the more people, the more noise, and the more likely that Sal would sense something was off. “Thanks, but I have to do this on my own.”
    I moved quickly until I was able to identify Sal’s silhouette. He’d avoided the well-lit path that led from the set back to base camp. Instead he walked straightinto the woods. I fumbled forward, trying to follow the crunch of his footsteps in the leaves until, all of a sudden, the footsteps stopped.
    I tiptoed forward cautiously, scanning the trees for movement, when . . .
    â€œGotcha!” Sal sprang out from behind a tree, and my heart leaped into my throat.
    â€œUm, hey, Sal,” I said shakily, trying to gather my nerves.
    Sal walked around me in a slow circle. “What are you doing out here?”
    â€œI was . . . looking for the bathroom,” I lied.
    Sal grunted in response. “I may not be Einstein, but I’m smart enough to know when I’m being followed,” he said. “Did Nysa put you up to this?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    Sal narrowed his eyes at me. “Trust me, young lady, you don’t want me as an enemy. I’d better not catch you snooping around me again.” He skulked away.
    I felt my way out of the woods, trying to wrap my brain around Sal’s words. What did he mean by Youdon’t want me as an enemy? Was he some kind of hardened criminal?
    Nevertheless, he now knew that I had been following him. If he was our culprit, he was going to be even more careful from now on.
    When I arrived back on set, the camera was already rolling. Kendall sat firmly planted in her chair, watching the actors closely. She appeared to have recovered from her temper tantrum for the time being. As soon as Nysa screamed, “Cut,” I found George, who was watching from video village.
    â€œWhere’s Bess?” I asked. I wanted to tell them both