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confident and poised after the incident in the costume trailer.
    â€œLast looks!” Nysa barked over the walkie-talkie. The makeup artists collected their bags.
    â€œThat’s my last chance to adjust the costumes before they start shooting!” Raina exclaimed anxiously, hurrying away. “I’ll be right back!”
    â€œSo what’s so intense that we can’t be inside?” George asked.
    I thumbed through my sides. In this scene, Dylan confessed to his sister that he had amassed a large amount of debt and if they didn’t make a quick profit from the Hamilton Inn, loan sharks would come after him.
    â€œThat’s it ?” George grumbled. “I thought it was going to be a zombie apocalypse kind of thing.”
    â€œGross, George!” Bess exclaimed.
    â€œ Shhhh! ” came a stern voice from across the tent. We zipped our lips and watched Brian in action.
    After the first take, I realized that one of our suspects was missing.
    â€œWhere’s Cora?” I whispered to George. “I haven’t seen her since lunch.”
    â€œMe neither,” she replied, and Bess shook her head too.
    â€œI’m going to take a quick stroll around,” I told them.
    I set off, walking from the train station to the other end of the parking lot. I noticed Omar pacing outside Brian’s and Zoë’s trailers, hands deep in his pockets. He definitely looked frustrated, I assumed because Nysa had kicked him off the set.
    Nearby, I could hear Sal grumbling to himself about Nysa’s stolen stapler accusation. I was about to try speaking with him again when I noticed Cora coming out of the production trailer with her camera.
    â€œHey there,” I greeted her.
    Cora had never been particularly friendly, but the expression on her face made her look downright nervous.
    â€œI was looking for Lali, but nobody’s in there,” she explained, even though I hadn’t asked.
    â€œEverything okay?” I pressed, keeping my tone pleasant.
    She avoided eye contact. “I just think I should be allowed on set. How am I supposed to film a behind-the-scenes documentary if my brother won’t let me go behind the scenes?”
    â€œAlex made you leave?” I had been sensing friction between the siblings since the moment I arrived.
    â€œYeah. Brian said I could stay, but Alex thought my camera was distracting everyone from the real camera. You know, I’ve been studying film way longer than my brother has. Up until two years ago, he was going to be a lawyer!” Her hands were clenched around her camera straps so hard that her knuckles turned white.
    I did my best to comfort her. “Well, I’m sure he’s just stressed out, what with it being the first day of shooting and having to deal with these pranks.”
    Cora kept her gaze downcast. “Whatever,” she said. “At least Brian gets it, even if my brother doesn’t.”
    She stalked away and plopped down angrily in one of the plastic chairs next to the craft service table. I wanted to linger nearby in hopes of continuing theconversation, but Cora didn’t seem to be in a chatty mood.
    As I pondered the case further, Zoë swished past me, speaking intensely to someone on her phone. She disappeared into her trailer.
    After a few minutes, she poked her head out the door. “Has anyone seen Shea?” she called. A young-looking production assistant with jet-black hair dashed across the parking lot.
    â€œI’m here, Zoë!” he cried. “Sorry! I was looking for the stapler.” He stopped to catch his breath. “But that’s not as important as you! What do you need?”
    Zoë looked a little taken aback by Shea’s display of enthusiasm. “I just wanted to see if tomorrow’s call sheet was ready. I was wondering what we’re shooting.”
    â€œYou shouldn’t be handing out call sheets early,” Omar barked from where he was