Page 19 of On Set

Once I’m safely out of sight, I fire off a message to the girls.

ME: I can’t do this job. I’m going to kill someone.

AUSTIN: How deep do you want us to dig the grave?

HAYDEN: They say six feet, but I think eight is more appropriate. Less of a chance anyone will find them. The real question is where to bury them? My vote would be for the desert. People go missing out there all the time and are never found.

ME: You two are dramatic. Has anyone ever told you that?

AUSTIN: You. All the time. What’s wrong?

HAYDEN: I’m not dramatic! How dare you?!

Rolling my eyes, my fingers frantically tap the screen. I let out all my frustrations with Celia. Tell them what happened today, how I was forced to fill in for her. Her reaction at seeing me in her place.

I leave out the parts that involved Eli. The second I mention his name they’re going to jump on it. Because they know me. They can read between the lines.

Which is why I proofread my text before sending it. Just in case I let something slip in my emotional state. And I assume I’m in the clear until Hayden’s face pops up on my screen.

Her smile is bright. Her hair perfectly in place. It’s the devious glint in her eyes that no one ever notices until it’s too late.