about my unsettling encounter with Sal.
âSheâs making new friends.â George pointed to a spot on the lawn, where Bess was huddled with Cora and her camera. âBess somehow convinced Cora to show her the footage sheâs shot so far, so she could look for clues.â
âThatâs our Bess,â I said, perking up. Bess has a knack for buddying up to even the prickliest of characters. âHowâd she do it?â
âShe probably told Cora she could be vice president of the Brian Newsome Fan Club!â George snorted.
âOkay, this is the martini shot, guys!â Nysa called out.
âThe what?â I asked.
âThat means itâs the last shot of the day,â Raina said. I hadnât noticed her before, but there she was, planted in front of the monitors.
âWhy donât they just call it the last shot of the day, then?â George asked. âWhy make it more complicated? You movie people are nuts.â
Raina shrugged. She looked exhausted.
A few moments later an excited Bess motioned to us. We did our best to remain nonchalant as we dashed over to the dark patch of grass where Bess and Cora sat.
âGuys, look what Cora found!â Bess exclaimed.
Cora held up her camera screen. âLast night after wrap, I was testing out settings for shooting in low light. This might explain how Zoëâs necklace disappeared,â she said quietly.
She pressed play on a video clip that showed the outside of Zoëâs trailer. On the screen, someone in a black cap tiptoed up the stairs and into the trailer, then emerged a few moments later. I squinted at the mysterious person; he or she was clearly taking great care not to be seen.
But Cora paused the video on a single frame in which she had managed to catch the personâs face. It was only for a split second, but that was all we needed to identify her.
Kendall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Old Frenemies
I DROVE TO THE SET early the next morning, hoping to have a chance to speak to Alex about our suspects. I told George and Bess to come later; I didnât want Alex to feel overwhelmed. My attempts at cornering Kendall the night before had failed. She had darted back to her hotel as soon as the shoot wrapped.
I parked my car and headed to base camp. Alex wasnât in the catering tent, so I decided to check his trailer. When I got to the trailer area, there was nobody around, but I noticed that Zoëâs door was ajar.
âZoë?â I called. No answer. I listened at the door; I could hear movement, but according to the call sheet, Zoë wasnât due on set for another two hours.
I slowly pushed the door open all the way. There was someone inside, but it wasnât Zoë.
It was Kendallâand she was placing something on Zoëâs dressing table.
âWhat are you doing in here, Kendall?â
âHey, Nancy,â she said calmly, meeting my eyes in the dressing tableâs mirror. âLali finally admitted that youâre some kind of teen detective after I asked her to kick the âjournalistsâ off the set. Well, Iâm sorry to burst your bubble, but thereâs no mystery here.â
She held up the object in her handâa thick manila envelope with Zoëâs name written on it.
âWhatâs that?â I asked, but Kendall just smiled. She handed me the envelope, and I opened it to find . . .
âContracts?â
Kendall nodded. â Signed contracts. I had to be a little sneaky about picking them up yesterday because I donât want Brian to know that Iâm signingZoë as a new client. He can be a little territorial sometimes.â
So that explains Coraâs video, I thought.
âBut the ketchup in your car . . . ,â I began, and Kendall laughed again.
âYou are a good detective,â she replied, not missing a beat. âI stopped at the store, thinking I could cover up the terrible-tasting hotel