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which he’d inspected again after everyone left. There was only one tiny splatter of blood where he knew he’d creased one of them. Not one footprint. No blood trail, no other sign at all. Damn professional.
     
    Then there was the puzzle of Sheena, starring in Barry’s film. She was a professional something other than actress. The fight scene had been acting for the stunt men but she’d been fully engaged and enjoying it. Her frustration at its conclusion had been real. The stunt men were not fighting her. They’d been following scripted steps and rolls to get through the scene.
     
    What was she doing here? This many professionals did not accidentally congregate in backwoods North Carolina. He could understand men gathered to watch her. He even understood that most of them would find her alarming in several basic ways. She was that rare combination of extreme beauty and lethal skill that stood a man’s dick up and made him want to protect his balls at the same time. And there it was, his main problem. There had to be something wrong with her. No one was the perfect combination. He needed to find her fatal flaw fast while he could still manage to coax blood above his belt buckle.

 
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
    After the ride down the mountain in the crew van, Jas cautiously opened the door to her motel room. Flicking on the light, she surveyed the relatively small space carefully. Nothing seemed out of order. The bedspread didn’t move. No horrid spray-painted messages. Two days ago, she’d opened the door a lot less cautiously to find a revolting scene.
     
    The first thing that caught her eye had been racial slurs crudely scrawled everywhere. Then she’d noticed the bedspread moving. The words NIGGER WHORE spray-painted on the spread in huge black letters seemed to writhe luridly as long slithering forms moved. She’d shut the door quickly and found Barry and the hotel manager.
     
    The poor manager had been beside himself. They’d eventually removed three large black rat snakes from the room. Not poisonous but still disgusting. The room had to be gutted and repainted.
     
    Snakes and rude names she could deal with. The last two days had been much more serious. The motorcycle incident could have killed her. Whoever shot at them today had the opportunity to kill her. She was pretty sure the miss had been deliberate. But still, too damn close. Someone wanted her to know he could kill her any time. He was playing a game. Fear was his weapon, intimidation his goal.
     
    Jas glanced at the time and quickly calculated the difference to Southern California. Liana would be getting ready for tonight’s event. Jas had to smile as she dialed the phone. Liana loved dressing up. She enjoyed it more than the reason for it usually. Jas hated to ruin the fun with a call, but she had to be sure everything was okay.
     
    It took four rings before the phone was answered. “Hey, Jas.”
     
    “Is everything all right,” Jas worriedly needed to know.
     
    Liana laughed. “Of course it is. Except I’m having my nails done to match my dress and the phone rang.”
     
    “Sorry. I had to check on you. I know you’re in middle of the endless dressing ritual but there’s been another incident and I wanted to make sure you’re paying attention to security.”
     
    “What happened?” Liana demanded. “Are you okay?”
     
    “I’m fine. Someone took a shot across the set today. They didn’t hit anyone. So what color are you getting painted?”
     
    “My God, Jas. Do you think he’d really hurt us now?” Liana’s voice faltered.
     
    “No. He can’t afford to kill us, but I’m glad he’s focused on me instead of you right now. So what color is the new diva wearing for her awards gala?” Jas tried again to lighten the mood with the delights of dressing up.
     
    “The award is as much your’s as mine, Jas. You should be the one accepting it, however since you’re on the other side of the county being a movie star, I