10 A Script for Danger by Carolyn Keene Page A

admittedly jealous about Alex’s success. As Bess had pointed out, it was too much of a coincidence that Ronan happened to be back in River Heights at the exact time that Alex was shooting his film here. Plus, I was curious about this mysterious project that was keeping Ronan up all night. I decided to ask Alex about it as soon as I had the chance.
    Of course, when I returned to the set I couldn’t approach Alex because he was still preoccupied with directing the first scene. At least there hadn’t been any near deaths in my absence. I tracked down George and Bess at base camp and filled them in. They agreed that there was likely more to Ronan’s story than he’d shared.
    â€œI wonder if his mystery project is the sabotage!” Bess cried.
    â€œThat’s what I’m thinking,” I replied.
    Meanwhile, my friends didn’t have anything new to report on the Roberta Ely front; apparently she and Lali had been holed up in Lali’s trailer since I left. We agreed that whatever the reason for their meeting, it wasn’t friendly. If Lali was simply telling Roberta Ely that she was going to cancel the graveyard scene, why would she want to do that in person? It wasn’t like Lali had the time to sit around and have a long chat.
    â€œHey, Omar! Wait!” Cora called out.
    â€œIs that Omar over there?” she asked as she raced past us. She pointed at the shaggy brown head retreating toward the bathrooms. I squinted in his direction.
    â€œI think that’s Spencer, actually,” I said, recognizing his black fleece vest.
    â€œThey look really similar from behind!” Bess pointed out. “I made that mistake yesterday.”
    â€œOmar said he would set up an interview for me with Brian, but I can’t find him!” Cora fussed.
    â€œI’m right here, Cora.” Brian’s voice came from behind us. I turned to see him sitting on a chair several yards away with weights strapped to his ankles, pumping his legs up and down. “Interview away!”
    â€œOh, there you are!” Cora flashed a toothy grin and turned on her camera.
    â€œSo what are you doing, Brian?”
    â€œJust a little leg workout between takes,” he responded with a wink. “It’s important to keep limber and warm so that I can move fluidly.”
    George rolled her eyes and under her breath mumbled, “Show-off.”
    â€œCora,” Brian said, “I know I’ve asked you this, and Alex said we had to wait till after we finish shooting, but maybe you can give me some of your footage—the behind-the scenes stuff? I won’t distribute it or anything, but I want to show my mom what it’s like to be a lead actor in a film!”
    Cora cocked her head to the side. “I’ll convince Alex and Lali. Don’t worry.”
    â€œGreat!” Brian exclaimed. “It’s embarrassing, butshe has been begging —and nobody says no to Mama Newsome.”
    â€œ Psst! Nancy!” Omar hissed, coming up behind me. “Have you heard anything about the announcement?”
    â€œNo . . . what are you talking about?”
    â€œNysa just told me that Lali is going to make a big announcement during lunch!” He paused. “I thought that as a journalist you might have some sort of scoop.”
    â€œUm, unfortunately not,” I replied. “Did she say what it was about?”
    Omar looked absolutely terrified. “No, but what if she’s canceling the film?” He shuddered at the thought. “Brian’s career would be dead! And then so would mine!”
    I looked over at Brian, who was soaking up Cora’s attention as he talked her through the best ways to get fit while sitting down. If he was aware of the rumors, he didn’t seem too concerned. Come to think of it, Brian had been handling all the chaos extremely well. He was utterly unflappable.
    As soon as Omar had ducked away to give Brian his green