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St. Clair's last words have the boys wondering, so with Troy's help, they've hacked her email account, on the trail of her mystery director. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's happening with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
At Troy’s insistence, Ethan took his place at the
computer. Tthe rest of us clustered around him, eager to see what he could find
on this Faulkner character.
A quick Google search revealed many references to
the famous author, from biographical information to discussions on his books
and the films that were made from them, however the alleged director was a
little harder to find. We could locate no websites, surprisingly. And no IMDb
page, either, which struck us as even odder. Even Troy admitted that most
people in Hollywood would add their own page if no one else did it first, and
the website contained a number of people in the industry who were known only to
their families.
“Us Hollywood types have big egos, you know,” he
said with a chuckle. “Kinda goes with the territory.”
I could see that. Especially in the case of the
actress-who-shall-not-be-named.
Ethan opened up Facebook then and typed in William
Faulkner. There were a few hits on that name, but we were able to eliminate
most of them as belonging to normal, average people. That left us with one page
with a Hollywood-style headshot at the top of a handsome brunet man with lovely
blue eyes. A little further digging revealed a short list of his films, with
such odd titles as Slippery When Wet,
Star Strangled Banner, Send the Boys Out,
and Undercover Agents in Love.
That was a rather odd filmography. I’d heard of none
of those films. I didn’t think the others had either, judging by the lack of
recognition on their faces.
Ethan turned to Troy. “Does this guy look familiar
to you at all? Maybe he was an assistant director or something you worked with
at one time.”
Troy gave the photo his undivided attention, then
shook his head. “I’d remember someone like that,” he said. “I’ve never seen him
before.”
“I have an idea,” Brendan said almost shyly, as if
he was afraid to voice an opinion among us, which idea was rather silly as we
were all friends.
“What’s that, baby?” Troy prompted, which brought a
cute glow to Brendan’s cheeks.
“How about if we do a search on the photo through
Google? Just to see what we come up with?”
“That’s an excellent idea,” Troy praised him,
earning another blush and a kiss, while Ethan and I seconded the idea most
heartily as Ethan put the plan into motion. Sure enough, we got a hit on the
picture, but it wasn’t from a site catering to famous directors or even actors.
No, this was a stock photo of a model. No wonder Troy didn’t recognize the man.
Ethan proceeded to enter the names of his so-called
films and came up with zilch.
“I hesitate to suggest this,” Troy began. As he
spoke, the back of my neck began to tingle. Something wicked this way comes?
“What are you thinking?” Ethan asked.
When Troy shot me a guarded look, my feeling of
unease began to grow. Somehow, I knew I wasn’t going to like this. Not one
little bit.
“I think maybe you should talk to Carrie about
this.”
Yup, my worst fears just came true.
to be continued
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