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They’d be heading back to the original location soon, which meant Londyn had very little time to reposition.
“What do you know about Julia Banes and Craig Ryland?” Nash asked.
Londyn leaned her head back against the headrest. “Not much. Why?”
“Does one or more of the cast or crew have any reason to want to see you fail in your role as Lana?” he asked.
Londyn’s brow dipped low. “I don’t know. I haven’t engaged in the Hollywood politics or drama.” She turned her head toward Nash. “Why do you ask?”
“Were you targeted before you came to work on the set or after?”
Her lips pressed together. “After.”
“Was anyone upset that you got the part of Lana?” Nash asked. “Upset enough to want to kill you?”
Londyn’s brow twisted. “I never thought about it. I was focused on earning the money I needed to save the ranch. Besides, who would want to kill me for a part in a movie?”
Nash’s eyebrows rose up his forehead. “Probably a hundred starving artists in LA.”
Londyn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you think murder is taking it a bit far?”
Nash laughed. “Yes. Absolutely. But how many actors audition for years without actually landing a part in a potential blockbuster movie?”
Londyn shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Nash snorted. “You landed a role on your first audition.”
Londyn blinked up at him. “Is that unusual?”
“Yeah.” Nash shot a glance her way before returning his attention to the gravel road leading off the ranch. “Many would say you didn’t pay your dues.”
“I don’t even like acting,” Londyn said.
“It doesn’t matter if you like acting or not. You got the part.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I would never have attempted acting if I didn’t need the money so badly.”
Nash nodded. “When we get to a location with better cell phone reception, I need to touch base with Swede and see what he’s learned from his background check of all the cast and crew members.”
Londyn leaned her head back again and closed her eyes. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting my part badly enough to want to kill me to have it. It’s ridiculous—and far too obvious.”
“Jealousy and greed don’t always come along with clear thinking,” Nash noted.
“If someone wants to kill me for a chance at the lead female character’s part in this movie, don’t you think the authorities would start their investigation with all the ladies who auditioned and didn’t get the part?”
“That’s what I would do,” Nash said.
“Not only would she have to want to kill me, but she’d also have to have the skills necessary to work with plastic explosives. She’d also need the ability to handle a horse. And she’d have to have dark hair, dark skin and look like a Native American. That had was the number one requirement Haynes insisted on.”
“Don’t you think that with enough makeup and the right wig, anyone could pass as Native American?” Nash asked.
“Not necessarily,” Londyn said. “It’s not just about the makeup and hair. Facial structure has a lot to do with Haynes’s choice of actor to play the part. He needed my character to have a certain look, determination and the ability to kick ass, should the need arise.”
Nash grinned. “He chose wisely with you.”
She nodded. “Fortunately, others won’t have the opportunity to be Lana. Haynes is stuck with me until it’s a wrap. I need the money,”
Nash nodded. “If, as you said, she really has her finger on the pulse of Hollywood, we need to talk to your mother sooner rather than later.”
