There were chortling sounds behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. Harry and Stan were having a hard time keeping the camera and microphone steady.
‘You were filming?’ she said. ‘I thought this was going to be a dry run.’
‘You work better if you don’t know you’re being filmed. I told them to do it,’ Dan wheezed, hand clutching the base of his throat.
Victoria’s mouth fell open. ‘But you told me… you said that…’
‘Gold!’ Harry hooted. ‘That was gold!’
‘Can someone please get me some water?’ Dan winced. ‘Why do those damn things taste so bad?’
‘Didn’t know you made a habit out of tasting flies to know that, Dan,’ Harry said.
‘Breed ‘em big around here. You might want to skip dinner. Don’t want to overeat,’ Stan said as he passed a bottle of water to Dan.
Dan scowled at both men bu
