Page 136 of Rest In Pieces

“See you later, baby.”

I watch as she gets up and walks over to the stunt team before I head to the RV, which is now parked in the usual spot.

Havoc walks out of Monica’s trailer, closing the door behind him, and heads over to me.

“She alive?”

He grins. “Let’s just say she’s seen the error of her ways. Come on.” He nods to the craft services area, so I walk over with him and grab a coffee. I wait as he dumps a ton of sugar into his, along with enough milk to completely drown out the coffee’s taste.

I shake my head and grin.

“What?”

“You drink your coffee the same way Amity does. She does anything to hide the taste too.”

He shrugs and sits at one of the small tables. I take the seat across from him, my eyes drifting to where Amity was, but I can’t see her anymore.

“Is she okay?”

“She will be. She knows nothing happened. It was just a lot, you know? And she has to focus today.”

He frowns.

“She’s repelling down a cliff or something equally terrifying that she’s been deliberately vague about, and I’ve been too chicken shit to ask.”

“She can handle herself. You know that.”

I don’t say anything because I do know that. But that doesn’t mean accidents can’t happen, especially if the Monica shit’s swirling around her head.

“Monica tell you why she did this?”

“She didn’t have to. It was pure jealousy. She did admit there’s no stalker. She just wanted to spend time with you and thought it was the only way to pull your attention away from Amity.”

“I guess she was right there. I didn’t want to take the job, but Blade thought it would be good for our reputation. He wasn’t wrong, but I should’ve stuck to my guns and had someone else cover her.”

“Hindsight’s great and all, but you can only work with what you’ve got at the time. Same goes for Blade.”

I scrub my hand over my face, frustrated with how this shit all played out. “I need to talk to the director. Explain what’s going on so he can let the studio know.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll keep an eye on Monica, too, just to make sure she isn’t up to anything.”

“You sure?”

“Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

“Thanks, Havoc. I appreciate it. Send me the recording too, when you have a minute.”

Havoc grins. “You’re gonna release it?”

“When Amity’s free and clear from the movie, abso-fucking-lutly.”

His phone rings, cutting off the conversation. He pulls it out and frowns. “It’s Blade.”

I lean back and wait for him to answer.

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s with me now. Can’t put you on speaker, though. There are too many people around.”

“We can use Amity’s RV,” I say, standing up.

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