"Bo—you're frightening me. Why are you staring at me like that?" His expression seemed to soften in the dim light. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that—you weren't supposed to see this." He patted the top of the wooden crate gently. "But I don't understand," Kody choked out. "So many boxes of explosives." "I don't want anyone to know," Bo repeated, scratching his hair, tugging back his ponytail. "It's supposed to be a secret, Kody. I just moved these crates down here tonight." She lowered her eyes to the label on the crate. The first word up at the top was danger. "I don't want the cast to know the ending of the film," Bo said, leaning on the crate. "That's why I didn't pass out the last ten pages of the script." "You mean—?" Kody started to ask. He pulled off the blue glasses. "I'm going to blow up the house," he revealed. "It's going to be an incredible explosion. I mean, I'm really going to do it. Boooom!" He gestured with both hands, the light weaving drunk-enly. Kody stared at him, startled by his sudden enthusiasm.
