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Bora. So we hadn’t taken the trip yet, but had been enjoying trying to decide where we’d end up. We’d made a game out of persuading each other. Would we ever get a chance to go now?
    Oh, Lord, don’t think the worst, Georgia.
    Focus on the present. On finding Scott. On finding out what happened to the dead woman.
    â€œYou okay?” Cooper asked. “You’re a little pale.” He fingered his whiskey glass. “Do you want something from the bar?”
    I shook my head. “So you’ve never been to Spain before? Do you know anyone here?” I understood what the police might be thinking. We all had opportunity to kill the woman, but who had motive?
    There were several local people on the crew. I had to get to them. Question them. My gut told me the woman was the link to finding Scott.
    Cooper laughed, his large body shaking and jerking in a way that made his laughter contagious. “Girl, I don’t know anybody here in Spain, ’cept for you all. How about you? You been here before?”
    The woman who ran the bed-and-breakfast walked up to our table. She was middle-aged and heavyset, wearing a yellow-and-blue apron and a smile that would warm anyone’s heart. “Do you want to eat dinner with your group?” she asked. “We serve family style.” She motioned to the large picnic table that the staff was setting up in the middle of the room, where our group was making their way to be seated.
    I squared my shoulders. It was time to get information.
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    T he rack of lamb was out of this world but the
sangría
gave me a light-headed feeling. I’d sat between Becca and Kyle, the makeup artist, who alternated between refilling my glass and pushing me to eat.
    â€œGirl, if you don’t eat, your ribs are going to show,” Kyle said. I shrugged, but he insisted. “No amount of starvation is going to bring that sexy man of yours back any faster.”
    Daisy, who sat on the other side of Kyle, squealed and grabbed his arms. “You are so cute when you talk all smart!”
    Kyle thankfully became distracted with Daisy’s attention and turned to refill her glass instead. I pushed my plate away and then polished off my remaining
sangría
, attempting to drown my sorrow with bites of liquor-soaked fruit. Becca was absorbed in conversation with some of the crew. They were discussing something about the show’s timeline, which only gave me a headache.
    I glanced at my watch and did a quick calculation for the time on the West Coast. It was midmorning. Now would be a good time to call Scott’s mother.
    What would I say?
    I poked Becca. “I have to call Scott’s mom.”
    Becca’s eyes widened. “What are you going to tell her?”
    â€œI’ll just tell her what I know.” I took a deep breath. “Scott’s missing and I’m going to find him.”
    Becca’s hands wrapped around her napkin. “Do you think she’ll want to come here?”
    I shook my head. “She agoraphobic. I don’t think even Scott missing will be enough to get her on a plane.”
    â€œGet who on a plane?” Kyle interrupted. “Cheryl?”
    â€œWhat? Cheryl? No, butt out, Kyle—”
    Kyle raised a shoulder at Becca as if to deflect her animosity. “Geez, Miss Cat, no need to have a hissy fit. I just thought we needed some reinforcements.”
    Becca narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”
    He shrugged. “I called Cheryl this afternoon—”
    â€œYou called Cheryl?” Becca exclaimed. She looked as if she were about to strangle Kyle with the napkin shewas clenching. I put a hand on hers, but she shrugged me off.
    Kyle feigned innocence, but a smile played on his lips. “I thought we needed to tell the boss that one of our contestants had gone missing.” He turned to me. “Cheryl and your dad are