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go. The geek will be there later, or tomorrow.” He caressed her bare arm, sliding down the silky skin until he reached her hand. He lifted it and kissed her knuckles. “You’re messing with the laws of nature, you know.”
    She arched one brow. “Where do you think those laws will take us, Rocket Man? Over the moon? To the stars?”
    “Right into that unmade bed.”
    Lifting up on her toes, she kissed him. “Then I’ve got a surprise for you.” She disappeared down the hall, leaving him hard and sweaty, and curious.
    But not about her surprise. Something made absolutely no sense to him.
    The show’s creator and producer didn’t believe she was a real psychic? That struck him as very, very odd.
     
    Something wasn’t right at MetroNet Studios.
    The first thing that tipped them off was the look on Gary’s face when the good-looking young guard leaned into the window of Chase’s Porsche and frowned at Arianna. “I didn’t know you were coming in today, Ms. Killian.”
    “Brian’s office called me in for pickups,” she said.
    His frown deepened. “On sound stage four?”
    “Of course.”
    “Your set is closed today.” He checked his computer, then looked around his desk for a note he didn’t find. “Sound stage four is locked tight. Mr. Burroughs is on the lot, but no one is taping on that set today. No stylist is here, and no crew, no director.”
    She sent an uneasy look at Chase.
    “Who called you?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. A woman in Brian’s office. He has a couple of shows that tape on this lot, and I didn’t recognize her name.” She leaned lower to look up at Gary. “I’m just going to go to my trailer, then.”
    “But don’t touch anything,” Chase told her softly. “I want to have it dusted for Scheff’s prints. And we’ll stop in to the main security office and see if we can verify what time he left last night.”
    When the guard opened the gate and tapped in salute, Arianna settled back in her seat, tamping down concern. Why would someone call her in for pickups that weren’t scheduled? “We should go to Brian’s office, too,” she said when he parked. “I want to find out what happened.”
    “Someone locked your door and picked up your handbag,” Chase noted as they neared the trailer.
    She’d wanted to go back to do that last night, but he would have none of it. She’d been upset enough to agree, but now she wanted answers.
    As soon as she unlocked the trailer door, she knew she wouldn’t get them. “Damn,” she said, turning to Chase. “It’s been cleaned already.”
    That had never happened on a Friday, but Arianna recognized the distinct touches of Carmen, the cleaning person assigned to her. The pillows were plumped and angled perfectly on each of the love seats, and her wardrobe hung neatly on the rack, sorted by color and style. A dozen shoes stood sentry along one wall, her vanity looked like a makeup display counter, and there wasn’t a speck of dust, a half-empty teacup, or a crumpled-up script note to be found. Forget fingerprints, she thought dismally. They’d disappeared with Carmen’s overzealous dust rag.
    In one corner sat the abandoned backpack, all zipped and neat, her cell phone tucked in the front.
    She plopped on the sofa in disgust. “She never comes on any day but Monday. She hasn’t been here on a Friday the entire time I’ve been in this trailer.”
    “Maybe it wasn’t her.”
    Arianna picked up a pillow and dropped it. “I recognize her signature.”
    “Come on.” He reached for her hand. “Let’s go talk to security and see if we can find your ex…ecutive producer.”
    She let him pull her up, but teased him with a smile. “You jealous?”
    “Curious, not jealous.”
    “Curious about what?” she asked. “How long we were together? How serious it was?”
    “Among other things.” He led her out and locked the door behind them. Before they walked away, he stopped to examine the side of the trailer, running his