“We don’t. That’s the runner’s job, but he fucked up, so Dimitri sent us to retrieve them.”
That didn’t make sense. Why did Dimitri think it was messed up? Major was on the same wavelength because he asked, “Why does Dimitri think the runner fucked up?”
“Because he disappeared without the money.”
“How does he know the drugs were delivered?”
“Kevin sent him a text showing the box by the dock,” the shorter man responded.
“And this Kevin was supposed to exchange the drugs for money? Who carries that much cash with them these days?”
The taller man looked at Major like he was nuts. “Someone who doesn’t want to leave a paper trail when doing something illegal. No money means Dimitri wants the product back.”
“Here’s how this is going to play out.” Major then went through the same steps with these two as he hadKevin. He took a video with his phone of them admitting to why they were at the dock. He then made copies of both their driver’s licenses before instructing them to go home without speaking to Dimitri and to not leave town. Wordlessly, they climbed back in the boat, but this time, instead of rowing to keep the noise down, they started the small motor and maneuvered across the lake.
When Major reached Tabitha, he forwarded the information to her so she could send it along with Dimitri’s phone number to Mason. “I think unless I voice everyone, we’re not going to find out who ordered the drugs.”
“Then let’s—”
Major pressed his fingertips to Tabitha’s lips. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered. They both turned to see Perry strolling down the dock.
“Did I hear a boat?” he asked.
“Yes. A couple of guys are renting one of the houses across the lake, and they were too drunk to find their dock,” Tabitha lied.
“Oh. Uh, that’s good, I guess. Not the drunk driving part, but that they weren’t here for Craig.”
“Exactly. Let’s get back inside and discuss leaving in the morning.”
Perry bobbed his head, then turned and strolled away.
“I probably should have voiced Perry while we had him alone,” Major muttered.
“Probably. He’s been too interested in what happens down here, but hopefully, you’ll get the opportunity before we leave. How do you want to handle getting to the park?”
“I think the same way we traveled here would work. You and Trista go first, then Craig and I can follow behind. I’m guessing Perry will take Florence to the airport. That, or he’ll call a ride for her. He and Daniel can arrive separately.”
“Sounds good. Is it wrong that I had hoped we’d have to spend a few more days here?”
Major chuckled. “Nope. But the sooner we get our clients to the set, the sooner filming can start.”
“Right. Let’s do this.” Tabitha winked at her mate before sashaying back to the house. Major let out a low wolf whistle, and Tabitha held back a smirk. Barely. Since she still had Cailín’s car, Tabitha called and asked if she would bring a company SUV to swap out. She then contacted the guard at the neighborhood entrance, informing him to let Cailín in. A couple of hours later, the guard called to let Tabitha know Cailín was on her way in. While Major sat in the kitchen, having a slice of strawberry cake, Tabitha walked up the driveway and punched in the code to the gate. Cailín drove through, and Tabitha followed on foot.
When Cailín climbed out, Tabitha hugged her. “I appreciate you doing this.”
“It’s nothing but a thing. You actually saved me from eating my weight in ice cream.”
“Oh, then I won’t offer you any of the delicious strawberry cake Florence made.”
Cailín playfully shoved Tabitha’s shoulder. “Like I’m passing up cake.”
Cailín did partake, sitting at the island with Major and Tabitha. Since everyone else had gone to bed, they spoke freely of everything that had happened so far. Cailín hung around about an hour before giving Tabithaa hug, Major a fist bump, then headed home.
The next morning, Perry left early to take Florence to the airport instead of sending her off on her own. She had prepared a small breakfast of muffins and fruit, and once Tabitha and Trista had eaten, they left first. Marilyn met them at the gate with their credentials, and once they parked, they walked across the lot to Trista’s trailer. An hour after that, things got busy. At least to Tabitha. When they first met, Trista explained how filming worked, and now Tabitha was seeing it firsthand. Marilyn hadn’t left Trista’s side since arriving, which gave Tabitha time to drop her bags off in her own trailer. When she returned to Trista’s, Marilyn was seated at the small dinette with her tablet. Nodding at Tabitha, she said, “Let’s go over Trista’s schedule. It’s going to be long hours these next few days.”
“When aren’t they?” Trista asked. “But I expected that because of the delays. Tell me what we have.”
Marilyn spent the next half hour going over Trista’s schedule, and Tabitha wondered when the actor was supposed to sleep. Trista, however, took it in stride. The first thing on the agenda was meeting with wardrobe, so the three of them left Trista’s trailer and walked across the lot to what looked like a doublewide parked next to a large tent, which had the flaps down to block out the cold February wind. The inside of the building was filled with rack after rack of clothing. After introductions were made, Tabitha sat out of the way and texted with Major while Trista met with an older woman named Suzette and the rest of the wardrobe team. She’d worked with them before, so they knew Trista’s sizes. Still, the woman tried on several outfits to ensure they fit properly. When it came to the clothing she wouldwear during her fight scene, Trista pulled at the material.
