Free 10 A Script for Danger by Carolyn Keene Page B

food with some decent condiments.”
    Kendall backed out of Zoë’s trailer and continued her explanation outside. I noticed her luggage waiting nearby.
    â€œAre you leaving?” I asked, coming down the steps to stand next to her.
    â€œYeah. I have to get back to Los Angeles. My flight leaves in a few hours, but first I wanted to return copies of the contracts to Zoë,” she replied. “Although I’m still worried about what’s been happening here—all the pranks and stuff,” she added.
    â€œI’m doing my best to figure out what is going on,” I said.
    â€œWell, you can cross me off the suspect list,” she said jokingly. Then her tone grew serious. “Look, Nancy. I know I didn’t say the nicest things about Alex and the film, but working in Hollywood can make you cynical,” she confessed.
    â€œSo I’ve heard,” I offered.
    She threw me a wry smile. “But from what I’ve seen, Alex has the potential to be a solid director. The Hamilton Inn could be a great opportunity for the world to see what a talented actor Brian is.”
    â€œBetter than The Blue Ranger , even?” I asked.
    Kendall shook her head sadly. “I’m not sure what he told you, but Brian didn’t get that part. He was so close, but the director didn’t think he was right for it. And he was completely devastated. At first I thought he took the role in The Hamilton Inn just to take his mind off it. But I guess that sometimes things just work out for the best.”
    â€œSo he’s just telling everyone he turned it down,” I clarified.
    Kendall nodded. “It’s harmless, really,” she said. “I guess it makes him feel better.”
    â€œI noticed him carrying around a Blue Ranger comic book,” I recalled.
    Kendall paused. “Well, The Blue Ranger is scheduled to start shooting in four weeks. I’ve heard rumors that the actor they cast as the lead is having second thoughts, but it doesn’t matter. For Brian, The Blue Ranger door is closed. That’s why it’s better for him to be here, focusing on what’s happening next instead of feeling bad about the past.”
    Nobody would ever know that Brian is feeling bad, I thought. He must be acting all the time !
    â€œI should get going,” Kendall said. “It was nice to meet you, Nancy. Keep an eye on my clients, will you?”
    â€œI’ll try,” I replied.
    George and Bess arrived not too long after she left.
    â€œWell, I for one am glad to know that Brian’s agent isn’t trying to ruin his movie,” Bess said after I’d filled them in. “Aren’t you, Nancy?”
    â€œOf course,” I replied, “but that means that our suspect is still at large.”
    â€œSpeaking of which, I’m dying to know where Salwent last night,” George remarked. I’d told them about my terse exchange with Sal on our drive home.
    â€œYou and me both,” I said.
    Since it was our second day shooting at the Hamilton Inn location, it took the crew less time to prepare for the first shot. All the trailers had remained in the clearing overnight (with ample around-the-clock security), and the inn itself was already dressed and decorated.
    â€œWhat are they filming today?” George asked, examining my call sheet. “Ooh!” Her eyes lit up. “The haunted house scenes! Lots of creaks and ghosts!”
    â€œThat would explain the smoke machine,” I replied, pointing at the dense fog pouring out of a window. It made the surrounding woods seem especially eerie.
    I finally spotted Alex darting around, talking animatedly to the production designer, the costume designer, and the cinematographer. Even though I desperately wanted to go over our latest findings, I was happy to see him in his element.
    â€œWhen Alex worked for my dad,” I recalled, “he loved talking about his favorite ghost stories. I can