A Steal of a Deal by Ginny Aiken

Author:Ginny Aiken
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, ebook, book
ISBN: 9780800732288
Publisher: Revell
Published: 2008-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

900

The next morning, after a simple breakfast of stot—a small, round bread studded with poppy seeds—and all the hot green tea we can drink, I come to a rotten decision.

Now I have to break the news to everybody else—fun.

Not.

“Hey, guys. I checked out the footage we shot yesterday, and I hate to say it, but we have to either do a couple more takes or scrap the whole thing.”

The S.T.U.D. people, seated down one side of the table, while Pastor Rich, Nori, and the Musgroves line the other, don’t take my news well. They offer their opinions—all at once. And loudly.

Those on the pastor’s side stare.

While everyone yaps, movement at the top of the stairs catches my eye. Xheng Xhi slinks in, but instead of joining us, or even greeting us, he scoots across the room in the shadows and up the stairs to the top floor. Strange, but then he is a strange guy. At least he’s safe.

My fellow travelers, oblivious to his return, gripe away. I’ll tell them of Xheng Xhi’s return later, when they’re done objecting to my statement.

Finally, the chaos dies down. “Okay. That wasn’t the response I’d hoped for.” I turn to Glory. “What did you think of the film?”

She wrinkles her nose. “We have a couple of good bits, but . . . I don’t know if it was the rapid retreat that caused the problem or if the tape itself was bad, but a large part of what we shot taped grainy. You can’t tell what’s going on. And that’s if we don’t count all of you and Max arguing over . . .” She shakes her head. “Whatever. But since that’s what you guys do anyway, we need to think about the grainy video.”

I blush at the mention of Max’s and my ongoing onscreen skirmishes. “So you think I’m right. We either scrap or redo.”

“Oh no,” Miss Mona says, shaking her head. “We’re not going back out there. We’re done with this project.”

Half of me cheers; the other half protests. “Oh, Miss Mona, I know I wasn’t very positive yesterday, but that’s probably because I was so tired.” And freaked by our close-enough encounter of the Taliban kind. “Those men only showed up after we’d been out there filming for hours. I think we might be able to get away with a quick reshoot and then hurry back without rousing them. And no tents and picnics this time.” Max sends me his trademark glare. “You are nuts, you know.”

I glare right back. “Do I take that to mean you’re not interested in another chance in the spotlight?”

“I’d rather live another day to do another spot.”

Aunt Weeby slaps both hands on the table and stands.

“Aw . . . sugarplum! Don’t you worry yourself none. I’ll go with you. I’m sure our Glory-girl here can show me how to make her camera work. A camera’s a camera, right? Hers is just bigger’n mine. You’n I can get the job done.”

Aunt Weeby and the Taliban .

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