Chapter 119 Not an Accident
Tiff was falling, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The whole bottom part of the crow’s nest she’d been standing on had caved in, and she was sent tumbling to the ground, her arms flailing as she attempted to grab something but came up short.
At least there was that mat down there for when she was supposed to do her controlled fall later in the sequence. Andrea held her breath, praying that’s where she hit. It would still hurt from that height, at that angle, but it wouldn’t be as bad as it might be if she landed right on the wood.
The sound of Tiff’s body hitting the boat deck was a sickening thunk, and Andrea sucked in a breath, covering her mouth with both hands. Tiff didn’t scream or cry out, but she also wasn’t moving. Cam yelled for the nurse, and Andrea saw the woman making her way across the open space as quickly as her legs would carry her as those nearest ran to Tiff’s assistance.
After a few hesitant moments, the stuntwoman said, “I’m… okay. Just hurt my back a little.”
The nurse knelt down next to her and did a thorough check while Cam insisted the set designers get up on the lift that had hoisted Andrea up earlier to check and see what had happened to the platform.
Andrea had known there was something wrong. Even without her full weight on the wooden base, it had seemed unstable. When the nurse announced that Tiff was okay, but she needed to take a break and some aspirin, Andrea sighed with relief. She had a feeling Tiff wasn’t the target in this “accident,” and that whoever had designed that crow’s nest to fall hadn’t realized Andrea would be wearing a harness when she was up there. Who would’ve been able to do that?
One of the engineers came down with a piece of the faulty crow’s nest in his hands. He brought it over to Cam. “It’s been sawed through in three places,” he said, showing the director how he could tell. “Someone did this on purpose.”
“But why would anyone want to hurt Tiff?” Cam asked, shaking his head.
“Not Tiff. Me,” Andrea said, stepping over. “Whoever did this wasn’t trying to hurt her. They didn’t know I’d be wearing a harness.”
Cam’s eyes widened, but then he nodded. “You’re probably right.” Letting out a sigh, he ran a hand through his graying hair. “Can you get those officers you’ve been working with over here to take a look?”
“Sure.” Andrea blew out a hot breath and went back to gather he phone, but Kelsey was by her chair, her own phone in her hand.
“I’m on it,” her assistant said, and Andrea gave her a grateful nod. With nothing else to do to help Tiff at the moment, she picked up her phone and checked to see how Case was doing. Relief washed over her when she saw Brad’s text that Case had gotten through the wreck just fine. The dual race had restarted, and with just ten laps to go and half the field in the garage out of the race, there was a good chance he’d make it through without wrecking so he could keep the pole and keep his primary car in good working condition. At least something was working out right.
Kelsey hung up the phone, a solemn expression on her face. “Officers Buress and Officer Gonzalez are on their way.”
“Thanks,” she said, but she could tell there was something else bothering Kelsey. “What is it?”
With a hard swallow, Kelsey said, “Office Buress mentioned that they were on their way over to talk to you soon anyway. They have some news on Sven.”
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the mention of his name. “What is it?” Andrea asked.
Kelsey shook her head. “They wouldn’t say. I’m sure they want to talk to you in person.”
That made sense. Andrea tried to put on a brave face and prayed it was good news, but that bad feeling she’d had earlier, when she thought something was wrong with the crow’s nest, was back, and she couldn’t shake it. Taking a deep breath, she sat down and tried to focus on the end of the race. Case was in the back, and for once, that’s exactly where she hoped he’d stay—back there where he should be safe and sound.
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