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Clyde rolled his eyes and gave Adam a pointed look.
“Bee, our script is a work in progress.” Adam approached her from his position next to the camera. “It evolves as we shoot. We always do pickups and additional takes, and rewrite the script as needed.”
“Well, who’s writing the script?” Bee put her hands on her hips.
“I am,” he replied.
Great.
“If you could please consider lightening up on the negative adjectives with regard to the library, I would appreciate it,” Bee said.
Adam nodded solemnly. “I’ll consider it.”
“We need to move on.” Clyde tapped his expensive-looking black wristwatch, raising one eyebrow. “Before this place collapses on us.”
Bee opened her mouth to retort, but Adam gave her a slight shake of his head as if telling her that arguing with Clyde wasn’t worth the trouble.
Figuring she might be better off staying out of the way as they filmed Clyde’s segments—she didn’t quite trust herself not to put in her two cents’ worth on…well, everything except for Clyde’s makeup—Bee went back downstairs to feed Puffalump, clean his litter box, and finish up closing procedures.
She busied herself over the next couple of hours with updating the catalog, assessing new acquisitions, and reorganizing the Teen Reads section. She poked her head in on the film set every so often out of sheer curiosity, and it was clear that the crew—most of whom had been with the Explorer Channel for years—knew what they were doing.
Close to ten thirty, a sharp clap sounded from the fiction section. The floodlights dimmed, casting darkness over the whole area. Bee went over to find out what was going on.
“That’s a wrap.” Clyde was taking off the equipment strapped to his belt and heading toward the conference room. “Let me know what shows up on the footage.”
The cameramen and gaffers began dismantling the lights and packing up the cameras.
“Are you finished for tonight?” Bee approached Adam, who was leafing through his worn notebook. “I thought you were planning to be here until dawn.”
“I am.” Adam wrote something in his notebook and stuck the pencil behind his ear. “Clyde and the crew are packing it in for the night.”
“Why so early?”
“Clyde has to be in bed before eleven. Something to do with his chai.”
Bee smiled. “Chi.That’s your life force energy. Chai is a type of spiced tea.”
“Knowing Constantine, his early bedtime involves both his chi and his chai.”
“So he doesn’t stay all night?”
“No.” He put his notebook down and began helping a grip wind up lengths of electrical cord. “It’s in his contract that he doesn’t work on weekends or more than three hours a night on an investigation, including location shoots. So he usually leaves around ten thirty. After we learn more about what the paranormal activity entails, we’ll get some reaction shots and film scenes of him acting like he’s investigating.”
“Acting like he’s investigating?” Bee repeated. “You mean he doesn’t actually investigate?”
“Did you think he did?” Adam shook his head and tossed the cords into an open crate. “He’s an actor.”
“I know, but I thought he had some part in the whole point of the show. So if Clyde doesn’t investigate, then who…” Her heart sank a few more inches. “You’re going to tell me there’s no investigation at all, aren’t you?”
“We’re not that fake.” Adam put the lid on the crate. “I do the investigating.”
“You?”
“Yeah. We cut Clyde’s scenes in during editing so it looks like he’s doing it.”
“But you’ve been giving me this whole rigmarole about how you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“I don’t.”
