“Cut!” As hammers and saws started up again, Peter stepped out from behind the monitor and walked as far onto the set as his headphones would allow. “Let’s do it again, only this time, put the emphasis on centuries instead of you’re and then put a little sharpness into the way you hang up.”

“I’m mad at him?”

“You’re not happy.”

“Go from the top of the scene?”

“Not this time. Start in at ‘morality hasn’t changed.’ ” Heading back, the director caught sight of Tony and beckoned him in. “Where’s your headset, Tony? Get it on and get to work.”

“Charlie had me painting.”

“London?”

He thought about it for a minute. It certainly hadn’t looked like London, but this was television so who the hell knew? “I guess.”

“You guess? Wonderful.” Stepping behind the monitors, Peter moved out of Tony’s line of sight. About to continue on his glue sticks delivery, Tony froze like a deer in the headlights as he realized that Lee had been watching him the entire time. Was, in fact, staring at him wearing the kind of speculative expression he’d been seeing on Arra of late.

Honesty, or something more visceral, forced Tony to admit the expression looked better on Lee.

But it did remind him that he couldn’t put off the Arra problem any longer.

“. . . cowled robes, how hard is that? No, not bathrobes. Kind of a black caftan with hoods. Yes, they have to be black. Because it’s an evil coven, for chrissakes, not a freakin’ pajama party!” Amy hung up with a studied lack of emphasis and smiled tightly up at Tony. “That was Kemel. He’s in town trying to pick up our rental of a dozen cowled robes. But they can’t find them. And the six they can find are pink.”

“Pink cowled robes?” Tony quickly ran through everything that had shot in Vancouver over the last couple of years and came up with zip. “Doesn’t wardrobe usually make that kind of stuff?”

“Wardrobe is busy trying to make our one Victorian walking dress look like it’s not the same dress we used back in episode four. And, yes, we could rent, buy, or make another one, but since we already have one, CB wouldn’t approve the budget. Isn’t it amazing what you can do with trim. Did you actually want something or are you just out here hanging around?”

“The door to Arra’s workshop is locked.” He’d spent a good five minutes rattling the knob; pushing, pulling and getting nowhere. It said something about the level of the cowl crisis that Amy hadn’t noticed.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Can’t be.” She smiled smugly. “There’s no lock on the door. Every now and then, it just jams and only Arra can get it open.”

“Is she here?”