MURDER IN THE SPOTLIGHT (Food Truck Mysteries Book 2) by Chloe Kendrick Page B
Authors: Chloe Kendrick
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Finally, he asked, “What can I do for you?”
I went into my spiel about wanting to catch the person who was responsible for peeing on our pots and pans. I told Jim that if he’d let me review the tapes that perhaps we could have a scene where I confronted the person responsible, which would lead to great ratings for the drama associated with such a scene. I made it sound like advertisers and viewers would eat that up, which sadly, was probably the truth.
I must have made a good pitch, because he hit the button on the intercom system and got a secretary into his office in a few seconds. He explained the situation, and she motioned for me to follow her.
The secretary took me to a small room with a television, DVD player and a chair. “I’ll go get you the security footage. I’ll be pulling just the one camera’s view for the day in question. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She left me in the room, closing the door behind me. I thought about exploring the area to see if I could find the person who had been talking to Jim, but I also knew I had to be back here before the secretary returned with the DVDs. I sat patiently in the room, playing with my phone. I’d gone through my emails and was playing a mindless game app when she appeared with some DVDs.
“I burned these for you. This should be everything. The security firm that set this system up sends us the security footage after one week. It’s just a series of digital files that are maintained on our server. We hold on to them for three more weeks, and then remove them to make room for the new footage.” She popped the first DVD into the player and grabbed the remote. A few clicks later, I was watching the view from the camera nearest to where the pots and pans had been left on set.
True to her word, the secretary had given me almost the entire day’s worth of video. I started fast forwarding through the DVD, since the pots and pans had not even put in an appearance yet. I finished the first DVD and put the second one into the player. I was about 20 minutes into the second disk when the power went out. The room was pitch-black, and an eerie silence fell over the entire area.
Since the room I was in was used for viewing video, there were no windows or light sources in the room except for the overhead lighting. I stumbled across the room and felt my way to the door. I opened it and was greeted by the glow of the vaguely green emergency lights that lit the hallway. I walked down the hall, trying my best to remember the path that the secretary had used earlier. I made a few wrong turns but finally came back to the producers’ offices. Jim Jackson was standing in the hall with his hands on his hips. He did not look pleased.
“What the hell is going on? Have you seen Louise?” he asked. “Louise? Where are you?” he shouted.
I assumed that Louise was the secretary. “No, I came looking for someone to find out what happened. I don’t know where she is. What exactly is going on here?”
Jim Jackson mumbled something and stormed off. I decided to follow him, thinking that I didn’t particularly want to be alone in a darkened building with a prankster on the loose. That was not my idea of a good time. I followed Jim down another long hallway, one I had not been down before. He stopped at a particular door and pulled out a set of keys to unlock it. He pushed the door open. Again this room had no windows or other light sources, so it was near pitch-black inside.
“Hold the door,” he barked at me.
I held the door and waited. Within a few seconds the lights were back on.
“Some jackass flipped off the circuit breaker. I’m tired of these pranks,” he said as he sailed by me. I hurried to follow him as he headed down the hallway again. The halls looked incredibly different with the lights on, and I wasn’t sure I would have been able to find my way back to the producer’s office without assistance. A few heads popped up over the walls of the
I went into my spiel about wanting to catch the person who was responsible for peeing on our pots and pans. I told Jim that if he’d let me review the tapes that perhaps we could have a scene where I confronted the person responsible, which would lead to great ratings for the drama associated with such a scene. I made it sound like advertisers and viewers would eat that up, which sadly, was probably the truth.
I must have made a good pitch, because he hit the button on the intercom system and got a secretary into his office in a few seconds. He explained the situation, and she motioned for me to follow her.
The secretary took me to a small room with a television, DVD player and a chair. “I’ll go get you the security footage. I’ll be pulling just the one camera’s view for the day in question. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She left me in the room, closing the door behind me. I thought about exploring the area to see if I could find the person who had been talking to Jim, but I also knew I had to be back here before the secretary returned with the DVDs. I sat patiently in the room, playing with my phone. I’d gone through my emails and was playing a mindless game app when she appeared with some DVDs.
“I burned these for you. This should be everything. The security firm that set this system up sends us the security footage after one week. It’s just a series of digital files that are maintained on our server. We hold on to them for three more weeks, and then remove them to make room for the new footage.” She popped the first DVD into the player and grabbed the remote. A few clicks later, I was watching the view from the camera nearest to where the pots and pans had been left on set.
True to her word, the secretary had given me almost the entire day’s worth of video. I started fast forwarding through the DVD, since the pots and pans had not even put in an appearance yet. I finished the first DVD and put the second one into the player. I was about 20 minutes into the second disk when the power went out. The room was pitch-black, and an eerie silence fell over the entire area.
Since the room I was in was used for viewing video, there were no windows or light sources in the room except for the overhead lighting. I stumbled across the room and felt my way to the door. I opened it and was greeted by the glow of the vaguely green emergency lights that lit the hallway. I walked down the hall, trying my best to remember the path that the secretary had used earlier. I made a few wrong turns but finally came back to the producers’ offices. Jim Jackson was standing in the hall with his hands on his hips. He did not look pleased.
“What the hell is going on? Have you seen Louise?” he asked. “Louise? Where are you?” he shouted.
I assumed that Louise was the secretary. “No, I came looking for someone to find out what happened. I don’t know where she is. What exactly is going on here?”
Jim Jackson mumbled something and stormed off. I decided to follow him, thinking that I didn’t particularly want to be alone in a darkened building with a prankster on the loose. That was not my idea of a good time. I followed Jim down another long hallway, one I had not been down before. He stopped at a particular door and pulled out a set of keys to unlock it. He pushed the door open. Again this room had no windows or other light sources, so it was near pitch-black inside.
“Hold the door,” he barked at me.
I held the door and waited. Within a few seconds the lights were back on.
“Some jackass flipped off the circuit breaker. I’m tired of these pranks,” he said as he sailed by me. I hurried to follow him as he headed down the hallway again. The halls looked incredibly different with the lights on, and I wasn’t sure I would have been able to find my way back to the producer’s office without assistance. A few heads popped up over the walls of the
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