Page 82 of Stuart Woods' Golden Hour

But what if Dieter knew about Barnett, too, and broke into the room? The last thing she needed was for him to find the note.

The clerk had told her Barnett was at a film shoot by the river. The smart play would be to go there and warn him in person.

She left the note on a nightstand, in case she was caught, then headed out.

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“Hold camera,” Regina Gideon said.

She jumped out of her chair in front of the monitors—known as the video village—and jogged out to where Tessa and Mari Chen stood on the gravel walkway that edged the Danube River, next to the picturesque Széchenyi Chain Bridge.

This drew new shouts from the fans behind the crowd-control barriers who had descended upon the area in droves when word got out that the shoot featured the two international stars.

Billy and Peter were standing behind Regina’s now empty chair, Peter shifting back and forth from foot to foot.

“Are you okay?” Billy asked.

“What do you mean?” Peter said.

“You seem a little on edge.”

“Me? No. I’m fine.”

Billy put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to stop him from rocking. “Are you sure about that?”

Peter looked surprised. “How long have I been doing that?”

“Since a few minutes after we arrived.”

“Ugh. Sorry. It feels weird to be on a set and not doing anything.” He chuckled. “But I guess you know all about that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, youarea producer. All you do is stand around.”

“I may be standing around, but my mind is running a thousand miles an hour, wondering what crazy thing you’ll be coming up with next that I’ll have to figure out.”

“It’s called cinematic vision, not crazy.”

Billy patted him on the arm. “Keep telling yourself that.”

The discussion on the walkway ended, and Regina returned to her chair.

“Roland?” she said.

A middle-aged man who’d been introduced as the script supervisor stepped over to Regina.

“I’m flipping shots two-c and two-d,” she said.

Roland made a note on his tablet computer, said, “Got it,” and moved back out of the way.

Regina gave a nod to the assistant director, who then raised her bullhorn and said, “Settle, everyone. We’re going again.”

At the crowd-control barriers, locally hired assistants used their bullhorns to tell the crowds to be quiet.

“How are we looking?” Regina asked her cameraman.

“Camera ready,” he replied.

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