“I’m going to do bad things to that Finn Abrams,” Lisa muttered to herself as she hurried across the Fire and Rescue compound toward the set. Her walkie-talkie was crackling with an urgent command for her presence. She reached down and muted it, since she was already on her way. “Bad, uncomfortable things that he’ll never forget.”
One of the grips passed her, heading in the opposite direction. “Lisa, you’d better get there in a hurry. We have two hours until we lose the light and Annika won’t come out of her trailer.”
“I know, I know.” she said. “Might be easier for everyone if she stayed in there,” she added under her breath.
The grip laughed and headed for the catering table. Movie crews lived well, Lisa had discovered. She didn’t ever have to worry about going hungry. She’d been work
