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luck right here,” suggested Lauren, casting her pole. “Oh, don’t look now, but we’re on camera again. I was sure the whole crew would stay on the beach filming Cortnee. Doesn’t she do her jumping jacks after touching her toes? None of the guys want to miss that.”
    â€œGets old when you see the same stuff day after day.” Konrad shrugged. “Me, I’d rather hang out with you two, even though I don’t know which the hell is which.”
    â€œKonrad, how gallant!” Lauren smiled sweetly.
    Shannen turned her head to see Ty standing less than a foot behind them. She swung her fishing line at him, clipping him with the clam bait.
    â€œOops.” She snickered. “So sorry.”
    â€œYou’re only sorry that your aim was off.” Ty turned off the camera. “You meant to smack me in the face with the clam guts. But you missed, Shannen,” he added, saying her name with alacrity.
    â€œYou’re sure I’m Shannen?” She looked ready to whip the pole at him again. “How do you know I’m not Lauren?”
    â€œCould be, you know,” Lauren chimed in. “We’re dressed exactly alike. Denim cutoffs, red bandanna triangle tops. The only difference is that one of us has a braid andthe other has a ponytail. Can you be sure who styled her hair which way?”
    â€œYou two play that twin stuff for all it’s worth,” said Konrad, with respect. “No wonder. Two people looking exactly the same…talk about messing with minds! If I had a twin in the lineup with me, nobody could ID me. Because it might be my twin, y’know? I could’ve beat the rap every time.”
    â€œWe’ll keep that in mind if we decide to go in for a life of crime, Konrad,” said Shannen.
    â€œI don’t have a problem telling them apart.” Ty moved closer to Shannen. “This is Shannen. Unquestionably.”
    When she took a step backward, he advanced, knowing she would force herself not to retreat again. She would view that as a tactical error.
    He was right. She stayed put.
    â€œRemember the rules? The crew isn’t supposed to interact with us in any way.” Shannen’s fingers clenched the pole tightly, and she stayed as still as she could, despite the unsteadying waves rising and breaking around her. “You’re supposed to be invisible. So shut up and film, Tynan.”
    â€œWho’s to know I’m not? From on shore, it looks like I’m filming the three of you out here.”
    â€œHow do you know his name, Shan?” Lauren was puzzled. “We weren’t introduced to any of the crew. Clark and Bobby said to think of them as part of the camera equipment and forget they’re human.”
    â€œWhich isn’t hard to do, in his case,” Shannen sneered.
    â€œYou dodged the question, babe.” Konrad studied her curiously. “How come you know his name?”
    â€œMaybe she made a good guess. Am I right, Shannen?” Ty’s bland tone contrasted sharply to his baiting smile.
    â€œAs a matter of fact, you are. I read a book about names, and Tynan means ‘condescending, self-righteous jerk,’ so Iimmediately guessed he must be a Tynan.” Shannen met and held his gaze. “An obvious fit.”
    â€œIf Cortnee was out here, she’d say, ‘What did the book say that Cortnee means?’” Konrad laughed.
    It was a startling moment. Shannen recovered first.
    â€œThe first time Konrad laughs, and you aren’t filming, Tynan,” she scolded. “You’re not doing your job. I ought to tell Slick Bobby next time he oozes by so he can pass it on to Clark. Then you’ll get fired.”
    â€œBut you won’t tell, will you, Shannen?” Ty leaned down to wash off the bits of clam that clung to his bare shoulder. Like the other cameramen, he rarely wore a shirt during the long days of filming in the sun. He was bronzed and