Ghost of a Chance by Franklin W. Dixon

on,” Cleo said. Her cheeks flushed,and her eyes flashed with quick anger. “I’ve worked with Terry before. He would never set out to ruin a film. I don’t believe it for a minute.”
    â€œWhat makes you think he has something to do with it?” Frank asked the young man.
    â€œHey, he’s a master of illusions and stunts, right?” the props assistant answered. “Who better to make us think we’re seeing ghosts and monsters?”
    â€œBut you don’t have any real proof that he has done anything suspicious, right?” Frank asked.
    â€œOf course he doesn’t,” Cleo said. “Come on, let’s change the subject.” She shook her head and pine needles that had fallen from the tree above flew off her hair.
    â€œI heard they decided to rewrite the script so you won’t be sidelined,” Berk said to Cleo.
    â€œThat’s right,” Cleo said, brushing her hair with her hand. “While I’m looking for dear old dad, I’m going to fall and sprain my ankle. That way, as long as I feel up to it, we can still keep shooting.”
    â€œWell, looks like you all won’t be shooting before lunch,” Sassy said, checking her watch. “It’s past noon now.”
    â€œThat’s movie business,” the cameraman said, standing. “Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait.”
    â€œI’m going to check in,” one of the extras said. “See if they’ve got a new schedule yet.” Several of the others left with him.
    â€œHow about some lunch, Cleo?” Berk asked, standing.
    â€œNo thanks,” she said. “I think I’ll go to my home away from home and rest my leg.” With her back to Berk and Sassy, she looked intently at Frank. He could tell she was signaling with her eyes for him to follow her.
    â€œYou need any help?” Sassy asked.
    â€œNo, I’ll be okay,” Cleo answered. “Carmen is waiting for me there. Thanks.” With a last long look at Frank, she climbed into the golf cart. Then she drove off toward a cluster of expensive, luxury recreational vehicles. The celebrity RVs were parked just inside the edge of the woods.
    â€œOkay, Berk,” Sassy said. “I have to meet with wardrobe about the changes to the Bigfoot costume. But I’ve got time for a quick cup of tea first. Let’s go.”
    As soon as everyone else in the group had gone, Frank went to Cleo’s RV. Even though it was nearly noon, tall trees cast huge shadows across the area.
    â€œI’m so glad you came,” Cleo said when she saw Frank. “Do you have a few minutes? You said you wanted to see the other notes I received.”
    â€œThat’d be great,” Frank said.
    It was dark inside the RV. Cleo turned on the lights, saying, “I sent Carmen to the beauty salon this morning. She’s been driving me crazy with herworrying. In fact, she hasn’t even seen all these messages.”
    Cleo unlocked a drawer in the small desk in the main room of the vehicle and took out a small stack of paper. “Some of these are notes, some are phone messages that I wrote down after I heard them,” she said, handing the stack to Frank. “How about a soda?”
    â€œThanks,” Frank said, sitting in a large armchair. He began reading the notes: “Do not make ‘Dropped into Danger’ or you’ll find out what that title means!” “You’ll never get out of Tennessee alive.”
    â€œI got some of those phone messages before I left California,” Cleo said, handing Frank his soda. “I think I know who’s doing it, too. No one else took the threats seriously. Then when Terry brought you and your brother to the hospital, I knew I could confide in you. You will help, won’t you?”
    Frank looked at the young star. Her hands trembled, and for a moment he thought she was going to cry. “I’ll do what I can,” he said.