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it’s okay to wander around a little. I’d hate to be the parrot’s next victim.”
“You’re safe at the moment. He’s locked up. And for the future, just don’t wear anything orange.”
“Oooh.” She gave a little shudder. “Not my color at all. See you around, Nick,” she added, heading off.
When he started toward the porch again, he saw Carly was standing on it—and not alone. She was talking with a lanky, bearded fellow who had interest written all over him.
That, Nick found annoying, although he couldn’t figure out why. He’d known this was the wrong time and place for an entanglement even before Carly had started displaying her true nature. And since she had, he’d realized she was about as far from his ideal woman as she could be.
He headed up the steps, not sure if he should stop for an introduction or just leave her to whatever she was doing with this guy.
She made up his mind by saying, “Nick, this is Royce Chalmers. He’s worked on a couple of the documentaries Gus and I were involved with, and he’s Jay’s number one cameraman for the film.
“Or at this point,” she added to Royce, “should I be saying you’re Jay’s director of photography?”
When Royce laughed, the sound grated in Nick’s ears.
“We’ve hardly done a full week’s shooting, and Jay’s already fired his director of photography,” Royce explained. “A couple of reels of film got lost, and Screaming Jay blamed him.”
“Screaming Jay?” Nick repeated.
“Yeah, that’s what everyone calls him. Behind his back, of course. You’ll see why. Or hear why, I should say.”
“What?” Nick asked Carly when he noticed she was looking anxious.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “But Royce was telling me Jay’s legendary for firing people. That he doesn’t even bother hiring an assistant director anymore, because he always fires them after a couple of days.”
“So this isn’t the first time you’ve worked for him,” Nick said to Royce.
“No, he’s shot a couple of other pictures in Toronto, and he uses mostly local crews.”
There was a moment’s silence, then Carly glanced at Nick and asked, “Who was that redhead you were talking to?”
Before he could answer, Royce said, “Barbara Hunt, our set director.”
He looked around like a street informer, worried that someone would overhear, then continued in a lowered voice. “Maybe I’d better fill you in about her so you don’t say the wrong thing to anyone.”
CHAPTER FOUR
A Walk in the Woods
“B ARB IS Brian Goodfellow’s wife,” Royce explained.
“Really?” Carly said. “He’s a lot older than her, isn’t he?”
“He’s also a lot richer, which was probably his main attraction. At any rate, Jay never wanted her, but she got the job because Goodie’s financing the movie. Then, about a week after she signed her contract, the story goes that they got into a hell of a row over something. The grapevine says they’re both highly volatile and pretty unstable.”
“She seemed normal enough to me,” Nick said.
“Well, you can’t believe everything you hear, but one version of the story is that she pulled a gun and threatened to shoot Goodie’s balls off.”
Nick felt a chill in his loins.
“Anyway,” Royce went on, “whatever really happened, Goodie sent her packing. And now she’s about to become ex-wife number four or five.”
“Oh, Lord,” Carly said. “And she went ahead with working on the movie? That must be awfully awkward.”
“Yeah. When both the producer and director wishyou were anywhere else on earth, it can’t be exactly comfortable.”
“Then why would she want to be here?” Carly asked.
“She says she wasn’t going to throw away a job on a terrific film just because her presence would make Goodie uncomfortable. And it’s obvious she figures he deserves to be uncomfortable. But I think the real reason she hung in is that she sees this movie as her big chance. She’s worked on sets for
“You’re safe at the moment. He’s locked up. And for the future, just don’t wear anything orange.”
“Oooh.” She gave a little shudder. “Not my color at all. See you around, Nick,” she added, heading off.
When he started toward the porch again, he saw Carly was standing on it—and not alone. She was talking with a lanky, bearded fellow who had interest written all over him.
That, Nick found annoying, although he couldn’t figure out why. He’d known this was the wrong time and place for an entanglement even before Carly had started displaying her true nature. And since she had, he’d realized she was about as far from his ideal woman as she could be.
He headed up the steps, not sure if he should stop for an introduction or just leave her to whatever she was doing with this guy.
She made up his mind by saying, “Nick, this is Royce Chalmers. He’s worked on a couple of the documentaries Gus and I were involved with, and he’s Jay’s number one cameraman for the film.
“Or at this point,” she added to Royce, “should I be saying you’re Jay’s director of photography?”
When Royce laughed, the sound grated in Nick’s ears.
“We’ve hardly done a full week’s shooting, and Jay’s already fired his director of photography,” Royce explained. “A couple of reels of film got lost, and Screaming Jay blamed him.”
“Screaming Jay?” Nick repeated.
“Yeah, that’s what everyone calls him. Behind his back, of course. You’ll see why. Or hear why, I should say.”
“What?” Nick asked Carly when he noticed she was looking anxious.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “But Royce was telling me Jay’s legendary for firing people. That he doesn’t even bother hiring an assistant director anymore, because he always fires them after a couple of days.”
“So this isn’t the first time you’ve worked for him,” Nick said to Royce.
“No, he’s shot a couple of other pictures in Toronto, and he uses mostly local crews.”
There was a moment’s silence, then Carly glanced at Nick and asked, “Who was that redhead you were talking to?”
Before he could answer, Royce said, “Barbara Hunt, our set director.”
He looked around like a street informer, worried that someone would overhear, then continued in a lowered voice. “Maybe I’d better fill you in about her so you don’t say the wrong thing to anyone.”
CHAPTER FOUR
A Walk in the Woods
“B ARB IS Brian Goodfellow’s wife,” Royce explained.
“Really?” Carly said. “He’s a lot older than her, isn’t he?”
“He’s also a lot richer, which was probably his main attraction. At any rate, Jay never wanted her, but she got the job because Goodie’s financing the movie. Then, about a week after she signed her contract, the story goes that they got into a hell of a row over something. The grapevine says they’re both highly volatile and pretty unstable.”
“She seemed normal enough to me,” Nick said.
“Well, you can’t believe everything you hear, but one version of the story is that she pulled a gun and threatened to shoot Goodie’s balls off.”
Nick felt a chill in his loins.
“Anyway,” Royce went on, “whatever really happened, Goodie sent her packing. And now she’s about to become ex-wife number four or five.”
“Oh, Lord,” Carly said. “And she went ahead with working on the movie? That must be awfully awkward.”
“Yeah. When both the producer and director wishyou were anywhere else on earth, it can’t be exactly comfortable.”
“Then why would she want to be here?” Carly asked.
“She says she wasn’t going to throw away a job on a terrific film just because her presence would make Goodie uncomfortable. And it’s obvious she figures he deserves to be uncomfortable. But I think the real reason she hung in is that she sees this movie as her big chance. She’s worked on sets for
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