Page 140 of Rest In Pieces

I check to see if the rest of the team is here yet, but there’s still no sign of them. “Maybe we should just postpone the shoot today.”

“A storm’s supposed to be rolling in early tomorrow. They’re saying it’s going to rain heavily for the next four days.”

Crap. Now I feel bad for wishing for it. “Well, we’re set up on our end. I have the cams and the safety ropes in place. We’re just waiting on the safety mat and whatever equipment you need.”

He blows out a ragged breath and nods. “Get yourself ready to go. We’ll shoot what we can until the rest of the team gets here.”

I nod and jog over to the truck, smiling at Jack as I put on the wig and finish off my costume. Thankfully, today it’s just leather pants and a white shirt with a fringe detail. Everyone from hair and makeup is with the other truck, so this is as good as it’s going to get.

I feel the weight of my rosary nestled against my chest, hidden from view by my shirt. I should have taken it off—I’ll be gutted if I break it or lose it. But every time I think about taking it off, I get this awful feeling of wrongness washing over me, making my stomach cramp. I don’t know what to make of it, so I decided just to keep it on.

“Oh, gross,” Jack curses. I look over to where he is and see Stefan throwing up all over his shoes.

“He said he wasn’t feeling well. Some people just can’t handle the heat.”

“Looks like we’ll have to postpone the shoot.”

“He said a storm was coming in tomorrow and that it might last for days. Even when it clears, if the cliff is too wet, I won’t risk climbing it.”

“And you shouldn’t. Hold on, let me talk to Stefan, see what he wants to do.”

“Alright.” I leave him to it and head over to the ropes, rechecking them. With our tight schedule, there’s no room for mistakes.

“He’s sick?”

I turn to the guy behind me.

People call me Spook because I can move pretty damn quietly when I want to, but this guy could give me a run for my money.

“Heat stroke, I think, but I’m not a doctor.”

“No, you’re not.”

His words are sharp, but I bite my tongue. Time and place, Amity. Time and place.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“It’s Henry, right?”

When he nods, I stand up straight, even though it doesn’t make much difference. “Well, my boyfriend is none of your business. We’re here to work, not talk about my private life.”

“Well, it’s not private anymore, is it? Not with him fucking Monica,” he sneers.

I take a step toward him when Jack jogs back over.

“Okay, I’ll drive Stefan back and pick up the AD. He can fill in for Stefan today. If we need to do any reshoots, we’ll figure it out. But with the storm, it’s better to get something than nothing. You’ll be okay with Henry, right?”

Hell no. The guy’s a walking red flag. No way am I staying out here alone with him.

“Actually, do you think Henry could drive Stefan back? I want to check the equipment again, and I won’t feel comfortable until you check it all out, too. You’re the only one I trust with this.”

I stroke his ego, but I don’t care what I have to say if it means getting rid of Henry.

“Sure. Henry, help Stefan get back and bring the AD back with you. Can you also find out where the rest of the crew and equipment are? I need that damn mat.”

Henry grumbles and glares at me but nods at Jack before heading to the truck.

“Thanks.”

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