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Trudy Gorsy, the three hundred pound psychic with flaming red hair, who Faith
used to take great pleasure in annoying back when she was a naysayer. Then, of
course, there was Dwayne, who was Trudy s ninety-pound balding wimp of a
husband. He didn t like Faith because Trudy didn t like her, of course, that
didn t stop the weasel from staring at the brunette s breasts every chance he
got.
Next on the list was Billy Mariner, a scientist and professional naysayer, who
viewed Faith as a sell out and didn t believe that her experiences at
Whispering Pines were anything more than a publicity hoax. Then there was the
director, Ronan Summers. Faith had gotten the smarmy twit fired from the last
project they worked on together after she caught him doing lines in her
trailer. Apparently the production company decided to give him a second
chance. The rest of the crew didn t like her because at one time or another
she had been gruff or unpleasant with each and every one of them.
"Miss Charles if it isn t too much trouble we need you on camera," Ronan
snarled indignantly at her.
"Yes, your highness," she growled as she took her place on her mark in front
of the non-descript house. For the first time the crew actually chuckled at
one of Faith s little barbs. "Ready when you are your majesty," she curtly
offered to Ronan who was doing his best to stare her down. Faith simply
scoffed at his feeble attempt to intimidate her.
Ronan curled his lip in disgust when she refused to flinch. "Action," he
shouted before she was properly prepared. Faith simply shrugged and began her
spiel.
"This is just an ordinary house in the heart of Atchison, or is it?" Faith
began in a cool and professional manner. "Not according to two former
residents who claim to have been attacked by some unseen force." As Faith
continued her narration she spied a familiar figure lurking in the shadows.
Faith concluded her narration with a triumphant smile. She knew that she was
dead on, and that Ronan would probably complain and make her do several more
takes just to annoy her.
"Let s try it again," Ronan grumbled. "And try to get it right this time," he
callously sneered at Faith.
"I thought it was perfect," came the commanding voice of the man who had been
lurking in the shadows.
Faith smiled brilliantly as all eyes turned towards Dave Sandusky. The tall,
thin, dark haired man simply folded his arms across his narrow chest daring
anyone to challenge him. "We need to set up inside," Ronan stammered nervously
as he ushered the crew away from the unhappy executive. Dave was the man who
decided what projects received funding and which projects were shut down. His
role at Sunny Hill Productions was a close second to God. His sudden
appearance on a shoot was never a good sign, since it usually meant the suits
weren t happy and someone was about to be fired.
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Everyone with the exception of Faith made a hasty retreat into the two-story
home. "You do know how to clear a room," Faith quipped as he approached her.
"Am I being fired?" She inquired in a flat tone.
"You?" Dave chuckled as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up. "Not this time.
The powers that be are very unhappy with all of the grumbling they are hearing
from this project. I ve been sent here to make certain that everyone is
getting along. I m also here to see how well you and Trudy get along."
"We don t," Faith snorted. "Nothing against Ghost Hunters, but all I have ever
seen Trudy do is convince people that they see things that aren t there. Why
do you care if I get along with her?"
"She s on the short list for Whispering Pines," Dave calmly explained.
"No," Faith shook her head in disagreement. "She wouldn t be able to deliver
the way that Shawn did."
"Dr. Williams is everyone s first choice, but she has declined," Dave
interjected. "Any chance you could change her mind?"
"I ve tried," Faith sighed.
"We have a lot to talk about," Dave offered in an uneasy tone that made Faith
a little nervous. "How much more do you have to do tonight?"
"We have this place and a shoot in the cemetery," Faith answered as she
studied him carefully. "I m not looking forward to running around a cold, dark
cemetery with Trudy and a bunch of screaming yokels."
"After you wrap up tonight, why don t we get a drink and talk?" Dave asked as
she nodded in agreement. "Good, now I have to put the fear of God or
unemployment in the rest of the staff."
"Go to it," Faith smiled as she wondered just why Dave was really there.
Later that night Faith s head was pounding as the sounds of hooting and
hollering assaulted her eardrums. "When you suggested a drink, I assumed there
would be alcohol," Faith shouted above the din.
"Can t have booze and full nudity in these parts. I hate the bible belt," Dave
shouted in response as he waved a couple of ones at one of the dancers. "What [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]