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

it!”
    Nysa looked relieved. “Thank you. Kendall, Nancy will take you to the parking lot and walk you back to set.”
    Kendall flashed her sunny smile in Nysa’s direction once more. “Thank you so much. That is so helpful.”
    â€œIt’s a long shot, but maybe she’ll know if someone else has it out for the movie,” I whispered to my friends as I trotted over to the SUV.
    Once inside, I noticed that Kendall’s car was sleek and modern: buttery leather seats, state-of-the-art GPS, the works.
    â€œNice car,” I remarked.
    Kendall rolled her eyes. “Omi god , are you serious? It was the only one left in the rental place, and it totally smells like someone’s wet dog in here. Also, what is this color, right? It looks like vomit.”
    I pointed her in the direction of the parking lot, and she started driving. “So, you’re Brian’s agent?” I asked.
    â€œYeah,” Kendall replied. “Isn’t he great? This Alan Burgess guy is so lucky. You know, I warned Brian about how risky it is for an A-list actor to work witha first-time director. But when he wants to do something, there’s no stopping him.”
    â€œYou mean Alex,” I offered. “Turn left here.”
    â€œWho?” She yanked her steering wheel sideways, coming jerkily to a stop and putting the car in park.
    â€œNever mind,” I said. “So you didn’t want Brian to work on this film?”
    Kendall opened her door and stepped out of the car. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that . It’s just—Brian’s a star. He can get bigger projects. But I get it, I mean, the whole Blue Ranger thing, that was just so . . .”
    Before Kendall could finish her sentence, one of her stiletto heels sank right into the mud. “Eek!” she shrieked.
    â€œSo . . . what?” I pressed.
    But Kendall was preoccupied. “What a mess. Doll, hand me that box on the backseat, would you?”
    I had to twist myself into the tiny backseat to reach the cardboard shoe box. On the floor of the car, I noticed a plastic bag with bottles of ketchup and mustard peeking out of the top.
    I made sure not to linger for fear of arousing suspicion and quickly handed Kendall the shoe box, which contained a pair of brand-new white tennis shoes.
    â€œWhen did you get into town, Kendall?” I asked. She changed into the sneakers and tossed her stilettos haphazardly into the backseat, narrowly missing my cheek.
    â€œOh, two days ago.” She grimaced. “I couldn’t come to the shoot yesterday because I’ve had so much work to do. I’ve just been on my phone constantly, trapped in some horrible two-star hotel downtown eating the worst food I’ve ever had.”
    â€œSo the producers of The Blue Ranger must have been really upset when Brian—” I began, when Kendall’s phone rang.
    â€œOh hello, how are you?” she shrieked into the phone, pressing her finger to her lips to quiet me. Kendall stayed several feet behind me as I walked her to the set, but even at her lowest volume, I could hear every word. Whoever was on the other end of her call was getting an earful of complaints about River Heights, thelack of good restaurants and Pilates studios, and speculation about what could have possibly possessed Brian to act in such an insignificant film because, according to Kendall, “there’s nothing in it for him.”
    She was still on the phone when we got to Brian’s trailer. She barged inside, not bothering to knock. As soon as the door closed behind her, I ran over to Bess and George, who were lingering outside the hair and makeup trailer, I noticed that the trailer was slightly open and inside Cora was filming Zoë getting her hair done.
    â€œWho. Was. That?” George asked, motioning toward Brian’s trailer.
    â€œThat,” I replied, “is Kendall, Brian’s agent from Los Angeles