10 A Script for Danger by Carolyn Keene Read Free Book Online Page A

end of the clearing, along with the craft service tent and its requisite coolers, tables, and chairs. Bess, George, and I got out of my car and followed more signs with arrows pointing toward SET, which led us along a narrow path shrouded by pine trees.
    â€œWhoa,” Bess said breathlessly, stopping in her tracks. We had emerged from the dense forest to find ourselves standing in front of the Hamilton Inn, as the creaky, fading sign announced. The “inn” was actually a large, two-story Victorian home with a wide porch, two balconies, and miniature roof spires. Members of the art department ran in and out placing props while electricians rigged lights.
    â€œPretty amazing, isn’t it?” Alex appeared next to us, looking proud. Cora stood next to him.
    â€œThe interior looks a little too much like it camefrom one of the Harry Potter movies, if you ask me,” she scoffed.
    Alex frowned at his sister. “I didn’t ask you.”
    Cora stormed off in a huff.
    George whispered in my ear, “She’s not helping her case with that attitude!”
    â€œWhat was that, George?” Alex inquired.
    â€œNothing,” I said quickly.
    â€œNancy, I’m starting to get really freaked out that someone’s out to sabotage this film,” Alex confessed. “It’s hard for me to focus when I know that something could go wrong at any moment. Please tell me you’ve uncovered something!”
    â€œNot quite yet, but it’s going really well. Our Nancy always nabs the culprit,” Bess proclaimed. “With help from her brilliant friends, of course.”
    Alex smiled gratefully. “I’ll take your word on that.”
    Nysa sauntered over. “Good morning, all!” she announced cheerily. “Today is going to be a fantastic day!”
    Alex appeared amused. “Oh? How do you know?”
    â€œI found the missing stapler!” She held up the pieceof office equipment as if it were a trophy. Sensing our lack of enthusiasm, Nysa shrugged. “We have to find joy in the little things, right?”
    â€œAbsolutely!” I laughed. “Where was it?”
    â€œIn one of the soda coolers, of all places,” Nysa replied. “Sal is such a liar sometimes!”
    After a brief pause, Nysa turned to Alex. “Oh, Brian is in hair and makeup if you want to meet with him now.”
    â€œYeah, cool. See you later, Nancy, girls,” he said.
    â€œWhy would Sal lie about returning the stapler?” I asked.
    â€œBecause he’s mean,” Bess sniffed.
    A loud screeching noise cut through our conversation. I turned to see a large black SUV trying to park on the lawn right in front of the Hamilton Inn sign.
    Nysa began waving her arms and shouted, “You can’t park here!”
    The car’s tinted window rolled down and a woman’s high-pitched voice screeched from within. “Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry . I got incredibly, totally lost!” Iglimpsed a shiny golden ponytail and mirrored aviator sunglasses. “Would you mind moving my car to the parking lot?”
    Nysa looked taken aback by the request. “Excuse me?”
    The blond woman, who looked positively tiny in such a huge vehicle, rolled down her window a little farther and removed her sunglasses. Her face was pristinely made up. “I’m Kendall. Kendall C. Rose,” she announced, but Nysa still looked confused. “Brian’s agent? I thought my assistant called to tell you I was coming by today.”
    Kendall looked genuinely upset that Nysa didn’t know who she was.
    â€œI didn’t get the message.” Nysa shrugged. “But no harm. It’s nice to meet you. The parking lot is over that way.”
    â€œI’m just really bad with directions—like, the worst !” Kendall exclaimed. “I’d love it if someone could come with me and show me the way, at least.”
    I jumped into action. “I’ll do