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    “Great.” Dayne didn’t pause long. “Hey, I need a favor.”
    “Oh yeah?” There was an edge to his agent’s voice, but it was a humorous one.
    “Mitch Henry tells me you need an actress.”
    “That too.” Dayne managed a weak laugh. “That’s the favor. I need you to find an actress in Bloomington.”
    “Matthews.” The humor was gone. “Not Bloomington. I thought we agreed.”
    ‘No, this isn’t about my family. It’s about a girl, an actress I saw there. At the community theater.”
    Silence shouted at him from the other end. Then he heard his agent draw a long breath. “You saw a play at the community theater when you were in Bloomington?”
    “Yes. Well, no.” Dayne walked the length of his kitchen and stopped near the sink. The view from the window was the same as the one from the deck. “I mean, the girl wasn’t in the play; she was the director.”
    “The director?”
    “Yeah. She’s perfect. Everything the part calls for.” Dayne felt a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
    “How do you know she can act?” His agent sounded tired. “Call it a hunch.” Dayne took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. “Come on, man; do it for me. She’s perfect; I’m telling you.”
    “I have a question.” There was resignation in his agent’s voice. “You didn’t sleep with her, right?”
    “Come on!” Dayne threw his free hand in the air. “Don’t believe everything you read in the papers, friend.”
    “Okay, but did you?”
    “Of course not.” Dayne pictured the girl, the way she’d looked onstage surrounded by kids. “I never even talked to her.”
    “Great.” His agent let loose a long sigh. “So I send the investigator to Bloomington to find a girl who’s perfect for the part, even though you’re not sure she can act and you’ve never spoken to her.”
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    “Right.” Dayne felt himself relax. His agent liked toying with him, but in the end he’d do whatever was asked of him. It was why Dayne had stayed with him for so long.
    “Do you have anything else? A name? Something?”
    Dayne didn’t hesitate. Her name had been on his tongue all afternoon. “Her name’s Hart. Katy Hart.”
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    CHAPTER TWO …….. ,., ……
    MORE THAN A HUNDRED kids and their parents were lined up at the door of Bloomington Community Church—Christian Kids Theater’s practice facility—when Katy Hart pulled her faded red two-door Nissan into the parking lot for the second time that Monday afternoon.
    The first time had been half an hour earlier. That time, she’d driven the speed limit, casually noting the thunderheads in the distance as she passed through the downtown area and pulled into the parking lot ten minutes early, the way she’d planned. Not until she was at the church door did she realize she didn’t have the key.
    That set off a race back through Bloomington and into Clear Creek, where she lived with the Flanigan family. A frantic search through her bedroom finally turned up the key, but now she was fifteen minutes late, and if the line waiting outside was any indication, she needed to move fast.
    Auditions for Tom Sawyer were set to start at 4 p.m.
    Katy and her creative team had just three hours to get the kids 18
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    through the audition process and another hour to make a decision about who would get called back for a second audition. At eight o’clock the church staff needed the building for a meeting, and she’d promised that everyone from Christian Kids Theater would be out by then.
    Katy bit her lip, grabbed her canvas bag, and darted out of the car. As long as CKT didn’t have a permanent home, schedules like the one they had today were part of life, At least Bloomington Community Church was willing to open their doors every Monday and Thursday and twice on the weekends so CKT could hold classes and practices. A facility of their own would’ve been nice, but Katy didn’t dwell on the fact. She picked up her