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star!” he fired back. “What do you expect?”
    Before Alex could respond, Omar’s phone started buzzing. He leaped to attention and hurried off toward Brian’s trailer.
    â€œI need a new memory card,” Cora announced brusquely, and flounced away.
    As soon as we were alone, Alex leaned in. “So, any news? What’s the latest?”
    â€œWell,” I replied slowly, “Sal is bitter enough to want to hurt people. We haven’t ruled him out, but whoever climbed to the top of that trailer and cut that hole had to have been less . . .”
    â€œOld,” George finished.
    Bess shot her a glare.
    â€œWhat?” George exclaimed defensively. “It’s true!”
    â€œCan you think of any reason that Sal might want to sabotage the film?” I continued.
    Alex shook his head. “Not really. I’ve never evenworked with him before, though. Lali has, but she’s one of the few people he’s not mean to. I can’t imagine why he’d want to hurt her.”
    â€œWhat about Roberta Ely?” Bess asked. “That cranky woman who runs the River Heights Fourth of July Carnival? She doesn’t seem too happy about you guys shooting on the fairgrounds.”
    â€œWould she have gotten a call sheet, Alex?” I asked.
    Alex looked momentarily impressed at my use of the proper terminology. “We only give them to crew members, but people leave them lying around all the time, so it’s possible.” He paused. “But even if Roberta Ely managed to pick up a call sheet, she wouldn’t have gotten it till this morning; we sent them out late last night.”
    â€œWhoever dumped the fake blood on Brian’s shirt would have had to know what he would be wearing in the first scene. That means it’s someone who had access to inside information about the film beforehand,” I explained.
    â€œInteresting,” Alex replied. “So the pranksteris probably a member of our crew! Kind of a creepy thought.”
    I was trying to figure out the most delicate way to ask Alex about Cora when Nysa shouted, “We’re back in!” and, with her army of production assistants, hustled everyone back to work.
    â€œLet’s continue this later,” Alex said, grabbing his folders and rushing off. Seeing his worried face made me more determined than ever to solve this mystery, but I knew how disappointed Alex would be if Cora was indeed our culprit. I had no concrete evidence against her at this point, so I decided to keep my suspicions to myself.
    George insisted on grabbing one more brownie before we followed the crowd to the set, which had now moved inside the train station. Just as we were about to enter, Nysa appeared, apparently escorting Omar out. “Closed set,” she announced. “Only cast and vital crew can be inside. Sorry, guys.”
    Omar glared at Nysa and stormed off, but George, Bess, and I remained standing at the doorway.
    George nudged me. “Should we watch through the windows?”
    â€œYou can’t,” Nysa said. “You’ll be in frame.” With that, she went back inside.
    â€œIf only there was a way for us to observe without being in the way,” I pondered.
    â€œYou know, you can watch everything at video village.” I looked up to see Raina walking toward us. She was wearing a tool belt filled with double-sided tape, a lint roller, safety pins, and stain remover. “Follow me.”
    She led us to a small tent set up on a nearby lawn. Several director-style chairs faced a monitor that showed everything the camera was seeing. I could hear Alex’s voice coming through a set of headphones next to the monitor. A number of crew members—including Lali—had gathered around as well.
    â€œThis is video village. We can watch and hear what’s going on without actually being on set.” As she spoke, I could tell that Raina was making an effort to seem