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cubicles, but we didn’t stop to talk to anyone.
When we arrived at his office, I headed back down the other hallway to the viewing room. I stepped inside the room and immediately noticed that the DVDs were gone. I looked around on the tiled floor, thinking that perhaps I’d knocked them to the floor when I was traipsing around in the dark. However, they were nowhere to be found. Either Louise or the prankster had removed them from the room while I was gone.
Of course, this meant another trip to the producer’s office. I found Jim on the phone and waited for him to finish.
“Someone took the surveillance videos while we were fixing the lights,” I explained. “Would it be too much to ask Louise to burn another set for me?”
He nodded and paged the secretary on the intercom again. The woman took her sweet time about getting here this time around. I stood outside the office for several minutes waiting. I explained the situation to her when I saw her. She nodded and headed off to repeat her earlier task for me.
She returned in a matter of minutes. She wasn’t carrying any DVDs which did not look promising to me. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said as she approached. “The video files are gone.”
“Gone? What happened to them?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Someone, presumably the prankster, had turned out the lights in the studio, taken the DVDs and then erased the files before Louise could get back to them and burn another set. Or perhaps they had been deleted prior to the power outage. Either way, the files were gone and so were my answers.
The prankster had been close enough to the room where I was to handle the situation. While I wasn’t any closer to finding out who had perpetrated the pranks, I did know that it had to involve someone from the studio. I added in the conversation I’d overheard in Jim’s office, and I had evidence of the studio’s complicity in this matter. I felt good that I had ruled out the contestants, meaning that I might be able to trust them with news about the pranks.
I left the building and called Danvers to tell him about the latest events in the saga. His phone went right to voicemail, which was about the way my day had been going. I left a message and headed for home.
Chapter 6
I made it home, cooked some dinner, and sat down to make a timeline of the events before the most recent challenge. At least no one could to do a mind dump and erase my memories. I could control at least that much of the process. I was feeling frustrated that every time I got close to an answer, someone was a step ahead of me, removing the clues. For a paranoid moment, I wondered if Land or Danvers might be involved, since I’d shared my plans with them. However, I soon let that go, since I knew that Land had no connections to the studio. The producers had run a background check on all of us to ensure that we didn’t have any relatives or close friends at the studio that would provide us with information on the contests or selection criteria. Danvers was not really a likely suspect, since he didn’t know my exact schedule or times.
I drew up a timeline for the day in question. I blocked out the times that the food truck was in the secured lot. I highly doubted that the prankster could have managed to break into the lot, and it seemed unlikely that an amateur could get over that fence or through the gates.
So essentially it left the time period in which we had taken the truck to the studio, left it there while we were given our challenge and then from the time we went to our location until we closed up and drove the truck back to the lot.
The timeframe was much easier than I expected. I knew that I’d not left the truck once we left the studio. That only allowed the time when we went inside the studio for someone to steal the cilantro. As I had suspected, the prankster had not gone from location to location, taking things from guarded trucks. He or she had gone
When we arrived at his office, I headed back down the other hallway to the viewing room. I stepped inside the room and immediately noticed that the DVDs were gone. I looked around on the tiled floor, thinking that perhaps I’d knocked them to the floor when I was traipsing around in the dark. However, they were nowhere to be found. Either Louise or the prankster had removed them from the room while I was gone.
Of course, this meant another trip to the producer’s office. I found Jim on the phone and waited for him to finish.
“Someone took the surveillance videos while we were fixing the lights,” I explained. “Would it be too much to ask Louise to burn another set for me?”
He nodded and paged the secretary on the intercom again. The woman took her sweet time about getting here this time around. I stood outside the office for several minutes waiting. I explained the situation to her when I saw her. She nodded and headed off to repeat her earlier task for me.
She returned in a matter of minutes. She wasn’t carrying any DVDs which did not look promising to me. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said as she approached. “The video files are gone.”
“Gone? What happened to them?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Someone, presumably the prankster, had turned out the lights in the studio, taken the DVDs and then erased the files before Louise could get back to them and burn another set. Or perhaps they had been deleted prior to the power outage. Either way, the files were gone and so were my answers.
The prankster had been close enough to the room where I was to handle the situation. While I wasn’t any closer to finding out who had perpetrated the pranks, I did know that it had to involve someone from the studio. I added in the conversation I’d overheard in Jim’s office, and I had evidence of the studio’s complicity in this matter. I felt good that I had ruled out the contestants, meaning that I might be able to trust them with news about the pranks.
I left the building and called Danvers to tell him about the latest events in the saga. His phone went right to voicemail, which was about the way my day had been going. I left a message and headed for home.
Chapter 6
I made it home, cooked some dinner, and sat down to make a timeline of the events before the most recent challenge. At least no one could to do a mind dump and erase my memories. I could control at least that much of the process. I was feeling frustrated that every time I got close to an answer, someone was a step ahead of me, removing the clues. For a paranoid moment, I wondered if Land or Danvers might be involved, since I’d shared my plans with them. However, I soon let that go, since I knew that Land had no connections to the studio. The producers had run a background check on all of us to ensure that we didn’t have any relatives or close friends at the studio that would provide us with information on the contests or selection criteria. Danvers was not really a likely suspect, since he didn’t know my exact schedule or times.
I drew up a timeline for the day in question. I blocked out the times that the food truck was in the secured lot. I highly doubted that the prankster could have managed to break into the lot, and it seemed unlikely that an amateur could get over that fence or through the gates.
So essentially it left the time period in which we had taken the truck to the studio, left it there while we were given our challenge and then from the time we went to our location until we closed up and drove the truck back to the lot.
The timeframe was much easier than I expected. I knew that I’d not left the truck once we left the studio. That only allowed the time when we went inside the studio for someone to steal the cilantro. As I had suspected, the prankster had not gone from location to location, taking things from guarded trucks. He or she had gone
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