Page 94 of Rest In Pieces
“She a bitch? Figures,” Crane grumbles.
“Bitch or not, she doesn’t deserve this. No woman does. She should feel safe at work and at home in her hotel room. Instead, she’s looking over her shoulder and jumping at shadows, wondering when this guy is going to make his move. And hewill,” she says, which I find interesting. Not that I think she’s wrong. I agree with her. But part of me wondered if she thought Monica was exaggerating.
“Why now? You said this stalker’s been active for how many movies?” Mac asks.
“Since the second one, according to the director, and this is the fourth one in the franchise. As for why now, fuck if I know. Maybe he’s just tired of waiting. Or maybe he’s twisted things up so much in his head that he really does think they’re in some kind of relationship. I just don’t know.”
“Maybe it’s the access,” Amity says quietly.
“What do you mean byaccess?” Toot asks, leaning forward.
“Well, the first three films were shot in the studio and around the city. It was always busy, and there were cameras everywhere—and I’m not just talking about the ones on set. But here? We’re shooting out in the open. There are next to no cameras in town. So it would be easy to move around without being seen. And with the cast and crew rolling in, it’s busy enough for someone to blend in without anyone batting an eye at them for not being a local.”
“Is the cast and crew the same for all these movies?” I ask.
“The crew is, for the most part. The cast? That’s a different story. The lead actor is different for each movie, same with the supporting characters because Monica’s character jumps through time into different parallel universes. Some of the people in catering are new, there are a few new medics, and we have two new stunt guys. But everyone else—from makeup to lighting and wardrobe—is the same.”
Midas sighs. “So, a new face might stand out, but it wouldn’t be enough to raise any alarms.”
“Exactly, plus we always bring in a few locals as extras,” Amity adds.
“Great, so there are dozens of strangers on set but none will seem out of place.” Toot rubs a hand over his face.
“All we can do is keep on watching Monica and keep an eye out for anyone who seems a little bit too interested in her.”
“She’s one of Hollywood’s hottest stars. Everyone is a little bit too interested in her.” Amity points out.
“That’s what worries me. This guy is too confident. He knows our suspect pool is big enough for him to get lost in.”
“Overly confident people get cocky and make mistakes.” Midas taps his chin in thought.
“Mistakes can also get people killed.”
I’m standing at the gates, sipping my beer, waiting for Amity and Nevaeh to arrive. When they finally pull up, I step back as Hoops opens the gates and waves them in.
Nevaeh’s driving. Once she parks, I walk over to the passenger side and help Amity out, giving her a quick kiss. I take in her Rolling Stones T-shirt before my eyes trail down over her long legs, on display in those short denim cut-offs.
I groan and adjust my dick. “You’re killing me.”
She grins, not the least bit sorry, as I jog around the car and open the door for Nevaeh.
Nevaeh looks surprised for a moment before she smiles and takes my offered hand. “Well, thank you, kind sir.”
As she steps out, I see what she’s wearing and shoot Amity a worried look.
Nevaeh catches it and bites her lip. “I look stupid, don’t I? I don’t really have anything appropriate for a biker barbecue.”
I close the door and scowl at her. “If you think you look stupid, you need your head checked, woman. My real worry ishow many of my brothers I’m going to have to beat to keep them away from you.”
“Wait, what?”
Amity bursts out laughing as I check out Tinkerbell’s outfit. She’s wearing a green dress with little white polka dots on it that hits a couple inches above her knees and moves around her legs when she walks. The top part is more fitted, with tiny buttons running from the waist to the scooped neckline. It covers way more skin than what any of the other women here will be wearing, but fuck.
“You see it, right?” Amity walks around and links arms with Tinkerbell.
“See what?” Tinkerbell asks, worried.
“That your dress screams virgin, but your body screams porn star. These guys are going to come in their pants when they see you.”