SHE HELPED ME UP AND LAUGHED. “OH my, you scared the heck out of me. I thought you were breaking in.” “I was,” I said, straightening my jacket and backpack. I really needed Henry to come up with a gadget so people couldn’t tackle me by grabbing my backpack. An Escape-a-Pack or something. “But I was looking for Mr. Floyd.” Kate motioned for me to sit on the piano bench. “Why did you need him? The movie is all but finished, you know. I’m just here to get a few things I had stored here—I’m flying out of town for a new production late tomorrow night.” I tried to think of how to tell her about Ethan Melais without showing all my cards, or having to explain the whole case. But I couldn’t think of a way. And Kate had been nice to me—in fact, she’d been the only friendly person on the set. So I spilled my guts, again. About me being a junior secret agent, Pandora and their mission to catch Ethan Melais, and how Floyd was our only suspect left. Kate sat on the arm of the sofa, nodding as I told her the story.
