Chapter 133 Things Get Real
Progress on the movie rolled along that week. Cam pushed them so hard to make up for the time that they’d missed that by Friday afternoon, they were all caught up. And Andrea was exhausted. She couldn’t wait to get on Case’s plane and fly to Las Vegas for the next race in the NASCAR series. She was excited to see the bright lights of one of her favorite cities, one she hadn’t been to recently. It was also a relatively short flight, so she’d get to see Case even sooner. He had nothing on his schedule for that night, and she hoped they’d get to go to the Las Vegas Strip and explore the casinos. Though Andrea wasn’t much of a gambler, she did enjoy the glitz and glam of the hotels there and all of the activities that went along with them.
They were just about to film the last scene of the day when Kelsey rushed over to her. “Officer Gonzalez and Officer Buress are here,” she whispered, nodding her head back over her shoulder a couple of times in the direction of the door that led to the outside of the sound stage.
Andrea’s breath caught in her throat. “I wonder what they want.”
“I don’t know. They didn’t call or anything.”
Steeling herself for bad news, Andrea waited for the officers to approach her. But they didn’t. Instead, they went to Cam who was in the middle of setting up the final take on the scene.
At first, there was just some quiet talking between them, but then Officer Gonzalez pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to Cam. Then, the director got loud. Very loud. “You can’t be serious! This is ridiculous! I want to talk to my lawyer, and I want to talk to him now!”
“What the hell is going on?” Andrea mumbled under her breath to no one in particular. She’d caught Officer Gonzalez’s eyes earlier when he’d first came in, and he’d given her a small nod of recognition, but it was obvious the two detectives were not there to see her today.
“What’s happening with Cam?” Travis asked, coming up behind her.
“I have no idea. But he’s mad.”
“You can say that again.”
Officer Buress said in a loud, authoritative voice, “You can either come along with us peacefully and not make a scene, or we can do this the hard way.” She pulled back her jacket, and though Andrea could see her gun, she realized she was showing him that she had handcuffs.
“Maybe they found something shady when they were here doing all of that investigative work,” Stephon said, standing a few feet away. “I always knew those books weren’t quite straight. Like me.” Then, he giggled.
“Not quite?” Andrea asked, smiling at him.
“Okay—not at all.” He laughed again, and Andrea shook her head. Even in the midst of a potential calamity, Stephon could always find something to joke about.
“Fine! Fine! Good grief—just give me a minute!” Cam turned to one of his assistance, clearly distraught. Andrea thought he was just going to tell Bernie what needed to happen next, but as he slowly walked toward him, something in Cam changed, and rather than approaching the other man, he took off running toward the back of the sound stage.
There was another exit back there, one that led to an alley. But Cam didn’t make it that far. He didn’t make it far at all. Despite his dodging and diving, Officer Buress caught up to him, Officer Gonzalez cutting him off, and the female detective took Cam down hard on the concrete floor. He made and “ooph!” sound like when a character dies in one of those video games Andrea’s sister Leslie sometimes played, and it was all over.
With handcuffs on him, Officer Buress pulled the struggling director to his feet. He was really shouting now. “I want to see my lawyer! You’ll be sorry for this, you stupid b*tch!”
Andrea’s face scrunched up at the sounds of all the horrible words coming out of Cam’s mouth. She’d seen him in a bad mood before, but nothing like this before.
As the two officers took him away, Officer Gonzalez made eye contact with Andrea again, and even though he didn’t say a word, she suddenly realized this had something to do with her.
Feeling sick to her stomach, Andrea slumped down in one of the chairs she was standing next to. Surely, Cam didn’t have anything to do with her near drowning—or Tiff’s fall. Could he do something like that? Was he capable?
Bernie didn’t know what else to do, so he sent everyone home until further notice. He had his phone out, and Andrea assumed he was calling the studio. “What do you think this is about?” Kelsey asked, sitting down next to her as everyone else quietly made their way to get their belongings and head home.
“I don’t know. But I think it has something to do with Sven—Jan—and his attempt to murder me.”
Kelsey’s eyes bulged. “Why do you say that?”
“Something in the look Officer Gonzalez gave me.” Andrea shrugged, praying she was wrong. “Ready to go home?”
“Ready to go to Vegas?”
Andrea had forgotten for a moment. “Oh, yeah. Yes, I am. Very ready.”
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