Chapters (26)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“Huh?” Cody cocks his head. I’ve forgotten—he hasn’t read that part of the script yet. And we didn’t get around to shooting it today.
“It means we need to go through everything again,” I explain. “So let’s think about why this could be happening. None of this is a coincidence. Someone is making stuff fall and things catch fire and lights flicker. We need to figure out why…and who.”
“Amelia’s off the list,” Cody says. “She wasn’t anywhere near the light falling, and she wasn’t anywhere near the fire starting today.”
“But does that mean she actually saw a face in the rafters?” Aubrey argues.
“She thinks she saw a face,” Cody says. “It could have been a reflection…or a projection. Someone faking a ghost.” He shakes his head. “But I don’t get why someone would want to scare us.”
Aubrey gets a thoughtful look. “It seems that whoever is doing this wants to scare the actors. Think about it—first Amelia is spooked, then you, and then Siobhan. And I know a certain ghost who hates actors.”
“Betty,” I say. “Look, we’ll keep her on the list, but I still don’t think that’s the answer. I think it’s a living person. Though you’re right about someone trying to scare the actors. Why would someone want to do that?”
“Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t like actors in general?” Cody suggests. “Like…a failed actor, maybe. Someone who didn’t get cast in Sadie Solves It?”
“That’s interesting,” I say, writing it down.
“Or maybe it’s someone who wants to get cast in Sadie Solves It, and they’re trying to spook one of us into quitting so they can take our role,” Aubrey says.
“Do we remember anyone being really bitter in auditions?” I ask. “Someone who almost got the part but didn’t?”
Aubrey thinks a moment. “Not really.”
“I don’t either,” I admit. “But it’s a good idea. Someone could be mad at an actor. One of us.” I look around at the group, feeing my stomach clench. “Do either of you have any enemies?”
“Me?” Aubrey cries. “No way.” But then she pauses. “Except… There was that girl who I tripped in my big soccer tournament. She was on the other team, and making this huge play, and I swear it was an accident, but…”
“And there was that kid in the vintage shop who was eyeing those classic Nikes, but I got to them first. He was so mad.” Cody looks worried. “But would he really want to scare me out of my role?”
“What about you, Hayley?” Aubrey asks.