“Whoever is doing this ghost stuff?” I say. “It’s got to be a regular. Someone who has a Silver Screen Studios ID.”

Amelia wrinkles her nose. “Someone we know? Who? And why?”

I almost tell Amelia that for a little while, we thought she would…for attention. “We’ll have to figure that out,” I admit.

“But surely it’s not anyone who was with us last season!” Cody says. “Nothing like this happened at our old studio. It only started when we got here.”

“True,” I say. And as far as I can tell, none of the old crew seems unhappy. Everyone is just as excited to work on Sadie Solves It as they’ve ever been. “Maybe we should focus on the new people for now.”

“Well, that’s going to be easy.” Amelia rolls her eyes. “That’s, like, fifty percent of the people on the show. Good job narrowing it down, Hayley.”

“Do you want to be part of this investigation or not?” I snap at her. Then I think of something else. “And by the way. Why did you steal something from the props room? And why in the world did you sneak down the ladder?”

Amelia stops. She glances toward Aubrey and Cody. “I…um… it doesn’t matter.”

I put my hands on my hips. “What are you keeping from me?”

“Just tell her, Amelia,” Aubrey mumbles.

Amelia slaps her arms to her sides and lowers her head guiltily. Then, another golf cart whizzes past. It’s Monique, our director. “Hey, crew!” she calls at us. The moment has broken. Amelia’s saved.

“Hey!” Amelia says, running after her without answering.

I look at my friends. “What’s she hiding?”

Aubrey shrugs. “We told her we’d let her tell you herself. It’s…complicated.”

I have no idea what she means, but I have no time to dwell on it. We’re at the door to Stage Five, and it’s time to go in.

As usual, PAs are rushing around, lighting guys are stringing cords and wires, and a couple of the writers are sitting on directors’ chairs in Video Village. I look around, taking stock just like Sadie would. Some of these people I know from before, but not all of them. Like the new woman, Hazel, who operates the boom arm—that’s the long stick attached to the microphone, which dangles over actors’ heads as they say their lines. If the boom operator does her job correctly, you’ll never see the microphone in the shot—it’s just out of frame.

I don’t know Hazel very well. And she’s standing in the corner, glancing shiftily at something on her phone. Could she be the ghost?