The Goddard Project #2
Brava
December 2007
On Sale: December 1, 2007
Featuring: Alan Hyatt; Jillian Carlyle
352 pages ISBN: 0758211805 EAN: 9780758211804 Trade Size Add to Wish List
The elderly security guard for Frost Productions drove
toward home, his thoughts in a whirl. What had that grip
and the producer been doing in the studio so late
together? The grip hadn’t been signed in on the security
log and when the guard had asked the producer about it,
the man had gotten quite hostile.
What should he do about the discrepancy, if anything? He
was months away from retirement and he didn’t want to do
anything to mess it up. He was looking forward to
fulfilling his dream to travel Canada in a motor home with
his wife of forty years. Making waves only weeks from his
last day on the job was the last thing he needed to do.
Martha would have said the same thing.
He nodded to himself. Yes. He would simply let sleeping
dogs lie. No sense in stirring up trouble when it was more
likely to get him reprimanded than not. Especially
considering who was involved with the breach of security
protocol.
He turned on his signal to take the next off ramp and
pressed the brake to slow his car. But the car didn’t
slow, and his thoughts shattered as his attempts remained
futile and the car began to pick up momentum on the slight
downgrade.
The next morning a small mention was made in the paper of
a fatal automobile accident. The driver’s name was not
mentioned, but his job at Frost Productions as a security
guard was.
Nothing was said about a break-in that happened the same
night because it was not reported to the local police. One
of the hard drives that stored film footage had been
erased completely and the executives were furious. The
discovery that only one scene would have to be reshot did
not improve anyone’s mood.
Two men, however, were pleased. A piece of information
that should never have been transferred to the hard drive
had been, and in an effort to make sure no remnant of the
file remained, the entire hard drive had been wiped.
It was a pity the old man had to meet with an accident on
his way home, but neither of the other men wanted to risk
his relaying the fact that the grip had been on the lot
the night before . . . or the producer, for that matter.
Snipping his brake line had been even easier than it
looked in the movies. Fortunately, both men had enough
experience with show biz to do the job right, and the one
who had done the cutting had even taken the time to make
it look as close to a frayed line as he could.
When no one questioned the “accidental nature” of the
man’s death at the wheel of his car, they knew they’d done
the job right.
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