As soon as he left, her phone rang. “Elise Preston.”
“Elise, this is John Gorman. I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
“Is everybody okay there?”
“Why, yes, of course. But all the reshoots we filmed are corrupted.”
“Corrupted?”
“Yeah. We can’t get into them.”
“Damn.”
“This’ll be a lot of work, Elise. I hope like hell you’re available.”
“I’m am. I’m staying in town a while.”
“Most of the others are on board, too.”
“When do you want me?”
“I’ll let you know. I’m only notifying everybody now.”
After she disconnected, she dropped into a chair. This was turning out to be a really bad day.
* * *
Heath was grim-faced and angry. “I’d like to start.”
“Go ahead,” Finn said, still shaky from the events of the morning.
“Something’s up here at the collective.”
“Up?” Daisy asked. “What do you mean?”
“The place is cursed,” Scarlet put in.
“No.” Finn frowned. “We’ve just had some very bad luck.”
“After this gets out,” Juliet said softly. “Will we even have any clients?”
Oliver squeezed her hand. “Don’t think like that. I closed my practice on Main Street so I’m dependent on this place, too.”
“And my lease was up at my other studio. I didn’t renew it because of the collective.” Daisy had risked a lot to join, too.
“Not to mention the sizable monetary investment we all contributed.” Heath again.
Finn could go back to having clients in his office at home, but he didn’t want to. The idea of working with other alternative healers had brought him joy as well as a living wage.
Captain Marshall walked into the break room. “I’d like to talk to you all.”
“Fine.” Finn got up. “Take my chair. I’ll get another.
When he joined them, Marshall sighed heavily. “I’ve talked to police headquarters. We’re going to close you down for a while.”
Heath said, “What?”
“You can’t do that.” This from Oliver.
