I wondered if they had filmed anything in town yet. Their gear always seemed to be here, in the grocery lot. “It takes a long time to get prepared, they say,” the cashier told me. “They’re working somewhere around here. They must not need all the fancy equipment yet.” She could be right. Interviews and the like would take time. I returned with my groceries to my car, right next to the trailer. Through one of its windows, I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation inside between two men. “We’ll do it tonight.” “But if we’re not using the regular stuff, what do I bring?” “Just shovels and those bags. I want to get it all in one trip and then split. Don’t forget to pick up more batteries for the lamps.” Shovels? To make movies? A familiar twitch in my stomach told me something was wrong. That same feeling served me well on many a dangerous mission in my younger days. I quietly opened my car door. When I sat behind the wheel, I heard the trailer’s door open.
