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  She glanced at her watch. It was just after four in the morning. The sun would soon be coming up. It had been a long three days of shooting. But she needed the work and long days were better than the alternative.

  She stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed her duffle bag off the floor and slung it over her shoulder. “See you.”

  The head of the wardrobe department was talking on the phone but held up her hand and waved as Kellsie left the trailer. There were still plenty of folks milling around planning for today’s shooting. She wished she were a part of it. She loved making movies, but she was afraid she was nearing the end of her career.

  Washed up at thirty. Almost thirty, she reminded herself. Her birthday wasn’t for another two weeks. Several people called out their goodbyes as she made her way to the makeshift parking lot near the end of the lake. It really was a beautiful location.

  Kellsie loved the outdoors, but most of her work kept her in or near Los Angeles. A few days at a lake were a treat, even if she had been working eighteen-hour days, screaming her lungs out and getting killed at the end of it. She’d gotten to bunk at the gorgeous house they were using for the shoot. The director had actually had the cameraman take some shots of her while she was sleeping and waking up. Creepy, but realistic.

  She smiled as she tossed her duffle bag onto the passenger seat of her trusty Honda, Betsy. Some of her friends thought it was weird that she’d named her car, but Betsy had been in her life longer than anyone but her agent. Kellsie figured for that alone the car deserved a name.

  Betsy was ten years old, purchased with money from her biggest role ever. The one she’d hoped would be the breakout role of her career. The Slasher on Cemetery Road was a cult classic and she still got recognized as the character, Jessica Moore, when she went places. It had been the pinnacle of her acting career to date.

  Unfortunately, it hadn’t landed her any bigger roles in more serious or box-office-heavy movies. But it had cemented her as one of horror movies’ greatest actresses and had landed her more than a few guest spots on some television shows. Kellsie was simply happy to be working at something she loved.

  She turned the key in the ignition and the engine turned over on the first try. She patted the dashboard. “That’s my girl.”

  Kellsie rolled her head, trying to release some of the kinks in her neck. She was stiff from being tossed around by Stan for the past two days. The first day had been the easiest, mostly shots of her arriving at the lake house and exploring it. The other days had been extremely physical.

  Which reminded her she had to make it to the gym later today. She couldn’t afford to miss a workout. She needed to stay strong and in shape if she wanted to keep the roles coming.

  Stifling a yawn, she pulled out of the parking lot and started the long drive home. Three hours, maybe four depending on traffic, and she’d be able to crawl into her bed in her miniscule efficiency apartment and sleep for eight straight hours. Heaven.

  She turned on the radio and flicked around the stations, turning it off again when she didn’t find anything that appealed to her. That left her with nothing to do but think. “Great,” she muttered.

  She didn’t want to think about her career and where it was headed. But she’d always been a realist. Growing up as a cog in the wheel of the foster-care system did that to a person. Unless she was able to get some bit parts in some blockbuster movies, her career would be over soon. Kellsie figured she had two years left, three tops.

  Tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, she watched the sun rising over the horizon, spreading its orange and yellow glow across the land. She loved living in California, but it was expensive. When her career ended, she’d have to move, maybe to somewhere in the Midwest where the cost of living was cheaper.

  She hadn’t fallen victim to the Hollywood lifestyle, unless you counted those two unfortunate years with her ex, Jonathan Braun, which she didn’t. She excused herself for being young and stupid and needy at eighteen. By the time she’d hit twenty, Jonathan was history, but he’d left her heart in pieces and her bank account emptied. Thankfully, he hadn’t known about her secret savings account. She’d always kept that private, which should have been her first warning that she didn’t trust Jonathan.

  “Ancient history,” she reminded herself aloud. He’d used her and her contacts to further his career. When it had started to takeoff, he’d dumped her for the daughter of a movie executive. Upgrading, they called it in Hollywood. Out with the old model and in with the new and improved one.

  He’d eventually dumped the new girlfriend as well. Last she’d heard he’d married a Hollywood A-lister. Not that she kept track of him or anything, but it was hard to miss him with his picture constantly plastered over the front of the tabloids. Jon did like the limelight.

  Kellsie knew she had a decent amount of money saved, but a couple more good years would give her enough to buy a home and live comfortably while she figured out what it was she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She’d even toyed with writing a book. She could see the title now, Nightmare on My Street: Memories of a Scream Queen. Or maybe, Nightmare on Cemetery Road: Memories of a Scream Queen. Yeah, that was better as it paid homage to her best-known role.

  Kellsie grinned. That’s what she was and what she was known best for. No one could scream like she could. She’d been told it could raise the short hairs on the back of a person’s neck and make their blood grow cold. What a talent. Not that she was complaining. That obscure ability was what had landed her the very first movie role she’d ever had.

  She also had a lot of knowledge and anecdotes about the movie business, specifically the horror business. She should talk to her agent about it. Maury Fitz had been with her since the beginning of her career, taking her on when she was a painfully young actress wannabe waiting tables for a living. He was always trying to find new ways for both of them to make money. She couldn’t fault him for that. He’d kept her working for more than ten years.

  Maybe she should start making some notes. She’d always enjoyed English class in high school. That and drama class had been the only two things she’d excelled at. The rest she’d barely managed a pass, but she’d finished and had a high school diploma to prove it.

  She reached out and flicked on the radio again. Even bad music was preferable than going down memory lane or worrying about the unknown future. She was too tired to think any longer and needed something to keep her awake.

  Two miles down the road, she pulled into a service station long enough to fill up her gas tank and buy herself an extra-large black coffee loaded with sugar. She dug an energy bar out of her tote bag and ate it. She bought the bars in bulk and always had a few on her. In her business, you never knew when you were going to eat, so she always made sure she had something on hand to keep her energy up. The kick was exactly what the doctor ordered. She buckled her seatbelt and got back on the road.

  Traffic grew thicker as she got closer to L.A. Her coffee was long gone and she was fighting a yawn every other minute. It was just past eight when she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex and shut off the car. Blessed silence surrounded her.

  “Not yet.” She’d fall asleep in the car if she weren’t careful. Not only was that not smart, but she had a perfectly good futon a few steps away.

  She opened the car door, dragged her tired body out and grabbed her duffle bag and her empty coffee cup. She didn’t leave garbage in Betsy. Ever.

  Thankfully, she didn’t run into any of her neighbors on the way to her apartment. She liked them all just fine, but she was too tired to talk about her latest movie. They’d all want details later. They were a close-knit group from different walks of life, all ages and ethnic groups. Their common ground was the movies. They all worked or had worked in the industry in one capacity or another.

  Kellsie fumbled with her keys until she found the right one. She unlocked her door and went inside, locking up behind her. She dumped her duffle bag on the floor and took
a deep breath, enjoying the silence and the slight smell of the lemon balm and peppermint coming from the pots of herbs that lined the kitchen window. She was home.

  She’d unpack later. Now all she wanted was to get into a prone position as fast as humanly possible. She kicked off her shoes, took the five steps necessary to bring her beside her futon and fell on it, burying her face in her pillow.

  She really should undress. It would heat up later and she didn’t want to turn on the air conditioner unless she had to. The damn thing ate electricity and she was trying to keep her bills at a minimum. There were things she couldn’t skimp on, like her gym membership, but she cut corners where she could.

  Mrs. Emery in 1B was a former hairdresser to the stars and cut Kellsie’s hair for her once a month. In return, Kellsie took her to do her grocery shopping twice a month. Lonny Grey up in 3C was a set carpenter and fixed anything that needed fixing for cheap. In return, she’d passed his name along on a couple of movies she’d done, getting him some work. All of them did what they could to make extra money and keep expenses low.

  Kellsie rolled onto her back, unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs. Her T-shirt was next. When she was clad only in her bra and panties, she yanked the purple throw off the back of the futon to cover herself and snuggled down.

  All the tension seeped from her body. She’d done a good job with the movie and it should lead to a few more roles. If nothing else, it would mean a decent paycheck. She turned onto her side and sighed. She’d go for a workout later and stop on the way home and get some groceries. Her fridge and cupboards were almost bare. She hadn’t bothered to shop before she’d left town. There hadn’t been any point.

  And why wasn’t she already asleep?

  “Damn.” Kellsie dragged the blanket half over her head and started counting sheep. She couldn’t get her brain to stop working and was almost too tired to sleep.

  Determined, she counted the cute wooly creatures and concentrated on controlling her breathing. In and out. In and out. Slow and easy. The muscles in her neck and shoulders finally unclenched and her mind slowed its frantic pace. She was just drifting off when her cell phone rang. Moaning, she buried her face under her pillow and waited, praying whoever it was would figure out she wasn’t answering and hang up.

  The noise stopped when the phone finally sent the caller to her message manager. She sighed and rolled over, savoring the blessed quiet. Then the phone rang again.

  Kellsie swore and sat up knowing, whoever it was, the caller wasn’t going to give up easily. She dragged her fingers through her long hair and concentrated on standing. It wasn’t easy when she wanted to do nothing more than burrow under her thin blanket and sleep for eight straight hours.

  Staggering across the room, she grabbed her duffle bag and dug into the front pocket to snag her phone. A quick glance at the call display told her it was her agent.

  “This better be good.”

  “It’s better than good, doll.”

  “I was sleeping, Maury. I just go home from the shoot and I’m beyond exhausted.” She loved the man, but she was going to kill him if this wasn’t important.

  “Sorry, doll, but you have to pack your bag again. I got you another role.”

  It wasn’t his words so much as his tone that made her heart start pounding. “What is it?” Not that it mattered much. Work was work.

  “Are you sitting down?”

  Honestly, Maury could be such a drama queen at times. She could picture his gray hair standing on end because he’d run his fingers through it a dozen times. His eyes would be as bright as a child’s, but they were as shrewd as any Wall Street banker’s. He’d smile like a kid with a big secret. Maury was one of a kind. Usually, his idiosyncrasies made her laugh. At times like this, they drove her crazy.

  “Tell me.” She perched on the edge of the futon.

  “It’s the lead.”

  Kellsie forgot to breathe. She hadn’t had a leading role in about five years. “Really?”

  “Honest to God.” She could hear Maury munching in the background and knew he was popping sunflower seeds. He’d started eating them when he gave up smoking six years ago. “The producer called me himself. He’s a fan of The Slasher on Cemetery Road and wants you as his leading lady.”

  “What’s the movie?”

  Papers shuffled. “Ah, it’s called Hades’ Carnival. Basically it’s about a traveling carnival that’s run by the devil and his demons or minions or whatever the hell he calls them.” Maury chuckled at his own joke. “People visit the carnival. Weird shit happens. People die. Heroine has to survive somehow with the help of a mystical warrior.”

  That was different. “When do I start?”

  “Couple of days. They want you up in Washington State. It’s isolated. They’re shooting near the mountains or something. Why folks have to leave a perfectly good city is beyond me.”

  Kellsie laughed. Maury figured unless there were at least several hundred thousand people surrounding him, a variety of restaurants, cell coverage and taxis, then a place wasn’t worth visiting. He was strictly a city man.

  “I’ve got to get some sleep and take care of a few things today.” She mentally ran through her to-do list. She needed to stop by the bank and the drugstore to pick up a few items, especially if she was headed to an isolated movie set for a while. “How long is the shoot scheduled to last?”

  “Four weeks. And, doll, that’s not the best of it.”

  “What else is there?”

  Maury named an amount of money that left her breathless.

  “You’re shitting me?”

  “Nope,” he replied. “They wanted you and were willing to pay for that to happen.”

  Kellsie couldn’t believe her good luck. This role was the answer to her prayers. That kind of money would really go a long way toward her retirement fund. If the movie turned out well, it would hopefully generate a few more years of work for her too.

  Maury paused and she knew him well enough to know there was something he didn’t want to tell her. Suddenly, her visions of a healthy bank account and future roles shriveled up and disappeared. “What’s the catch?”

  “No catch,” he reassured her. “It’s got nothing to do with the movie role. That’s golden. Signed, sealed and delivered. They even paid half up front as incentive for you to take the job.”

  “What then?”

  “You read any industry papers in the past few days?”

  “No, I haven’t. I’ve done nothing but work and sleep the past three days. I can’t even remember the last time I ate.” That was nothing less than the truth. She frowned when she realized she actually couldn’t remember when she’d eaten last. She didn’t count the energy bar she’d eaten on the way home as actual food. Maybe it was an apple between takes yesterday afternoon.

  “It’s about Jon.”

  Kellsie closed her eyes and swore under her breath. She didn’t want to talk about Jonathan. It was as though her thinking about him earlier had conjured him from her past. “Tell me, Maury.” It would do her no good to ignore whatever this latest problem was. If life had taught her one thing, it was to deal with shit when it happened and then put it behind her.

  “He’s left his wife and word is all the tabloids are doing splashy stories on all his exs. That includes you, doll.” He hurried on. “I know you don’t like this kind of publicity, but you know what they say.”

  “Any publicity is good publicity.” She hated knowing he was right.

  “Your cell phone number is unlisted, but it won’t take the vultures long to find it or you.”

  “Shit.” She thought fast. “Okay, I’m going to clear out of here, run my errands and slip by your office for the details. I’ll stay at a motel overnight and start the drive up to Washington in the morning.” If she was going to be in an isolated area for a while, she wanted her own wheels.

  “I’ll handle any inquiries, but I won’t tell them where you’ve gone.”

  She was grat
eful for Maury, knowing he’d do exactly that. He was the one man in her life who’d never let her down.

  “It should all blow over in a few days, doll, and he’ll be old news.”

  She belatedly realized she was being selfish. Jonathan had screwed both of them—her physically and metaphorically, but Maury had taken a hit too. He’d been Jon’s agent until he’d started to move up. Then Jon had dumped him for a bigger, flashier agency. “How are you dealing with all this?”

  Maury snorted. “Old news, doll. Old news. I’ve got better things to do with my days than worry about a pretty boy like Jon. I’ll be working long after he’s nothing but a footnote in a movie guide.”

  Kellsie grinned. “From your mouth to God’s ears.” That was one of the things she loved best about Maury—his never-ending optimism. His gruff laughter filled her ears, making her smile. “I gotta run, Maury.” She glanced at her watch, calculating how long it would take her to get everything done. “I’ll drop by your office in three hours.”

  “Better yet, meet me for lunch at Sal’s. Less chance of the paparazzi finding you.” Sal’s was a low-priced diner that wasn’t frequented by any of the in-crowd. The food was tasty and plentiful. It was also off the beaten track. It was perfect.

  “Works for me. See you in a bit.” She thumbed the button, ending the call and had to stop herself from releasing a hair-raising scream, this one real. She had the lead in a movie.

  She jumped up and did her version of a happy dance, wiggling her butt in the air as she turned in circles. The room began to spin and she stopped, hugging her arms around herself as the world came back into focus. An honest-to-God lead in a movie. To hell with Jonathan and his latest scandal, life was good.

  Energized, she grabbed her duffle off the floor and dumped the contents onto the futon, separating the laundry from the rest. She had to dig out her bigger bag. If she was going to be on a movie set for four weeks, she’d need more clothing. That meant she was going to have to hit a Laundromat later.