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back to camp. When we got there, the cast and crew were huddledaround the picnic table gossiping. They grew quiet as they watched us approach, the silence deafening.
    â€œI’ll need your passports,” Montserrat said.
    â€œOur passports? For what?” Becca asked.
    â€œYou and your friends”—she indicated the cast and crew—“will not be allowed to leave Spain until we clear up the matter of the woman.”
    â€œOh, my goodness,” Becca said, pressing a hand to her forehead. I knew what she must have been thinking, about the production schedules and the cost. Strange that it was the furthest thing from my mind.
    I ran into my tent. They could have my passport because there was no way I was leaving Spain without Scott. I rummaged through my bag, immediately finding it. I dug through his gear. First through his duffel, then his sleeping bag, then finally through mine again.
    Oh, God.
    Where was Scott’s passport? Why wasn’t it in our tent? Did he have it with him? Who went for a midnight stroll in the woods and took his passport? For what? Just in case . . . of what? I battled the sinking pit in my stomach. Emerging from the tent, I handed my passport over to Montserrat. She took it from me, still engaged in conversation with Becca.
    I grabbed Montserrat’s arm. “Please, please keep looking for him.”
    â€œWe will keep looking for him, yes,” she said.
    The unspoken implication hung between us; of course, they would keep looking for him.
    He was now a suspect in a murder investigation.

Four
    A nger, fear, and despair ripped through me. Scott was missing and the police now suspected him of murder. I sat dumbly on the picnic table bench, numb to the goings-on around me. I was vaguely aware of Becca negotiating something with Montserrat, but my brain was dulled and I couldn’t follow the conversation.
    Please, God, let Scott be all right.
    Parker approached me. A hand protectively gripping his ribs as he lowered himself onto the bench next to me. “Any word on your boyfriend?”
    My mouth went dry. I looked from Parker over to the cast and crew huddled nearby. “The police haven’t found him yet . . .”
    I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, a combination of pity, worry, and something else. I glanced at Victoria, who seemed to be hiding a smirk. She hada certain smugness about her that disturbed me. Was she glad that Scott hadn’t returned?
    â€œBut they found something, right?” DeeCee asked. She gestured toward Montserrat.
    Was it on me to tell the cast and crew about the woman?
    As if in answer to my question, Sergio appeared on the trail hustling toward Montserrat. There was a quick exchange between them and then Becca nodded and turned toward Juan Jose.
    â€œCan you please make arrangements for the cast to stay at the Jaca B&B, the one that the rest of the crew is in?”
    Juan Jose frowned. “We’re leaving camp? Why? What’s happened?”
    Becca bit her lip and turned to Sergio. He gave a firm shake of his head. He didn’t want the news of the dead woman coming from us.
    Fine.
    Good.
    It wasn’t my business to tell anyway, right?
    After all, the fact that Scott was missing could be totally unrelated to the fact that a dead woman was found.
    The logical part of my mind served up the small detail that his wristwatch had been found at the scene of the crime and a sick feeling churned in my stomach.
    There could be a lot of reasons for his watch to be there, I reasoned. First, we didn’t even know if it indeed was his watch and if it was . . . well . . .
    When had the woman died?
    Perhaps Scott had taken a stroll and come across her. He tried to help her or resuscitate her or whatever and lost his watch in the process. He’d then run off to find help . . .
    It could have happened like that.
    â€œAll of us?” Juan Jose said,