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missed her best chance of getting close to her hero again and I felt for her. I joined Orlando in thinking maybe we could sneak her past Security. At the same time I found Macy’s celeb worship a little surprising in someone who otherwise seemed pretty smart – take her knowledge of obscure Eastern European films as an example.
    We were threading our way through the mass of people standing right against a metal barrier separating them from the lake, having to shove a little but this time ignoring the cries of protest. When we came to two guys guarding a gap in the fencing, Orlando and I waved our passes, simultaneously trying to hide Macy and slide all three of us through.
    Guy number one took my pass and scanned it while guy number two did the same for Orlando. They were chatting to each other and didn’t seem to be taking their job too seriously until envy struck someone in the huddled crowd.
    ‘Hey, the one with the red hair – check her pass!’ a woman cried. Although she wore a thick jacket and scarf, her nose was almost blue with cold. ‘Would you look at that,’ she muttered in pure disgust.
    The security guys went up a gear. Keeping hold of the two valid passes belonging to me and Orlando, they hauled Macy into the open to demand hers.
    Feebly she felt in her pockets. ‘It’s here somewhere.’
    ‘Try looking up your ass,’ someone else in the crowd mocked, followed by other suggestions.
    ‘No pass, no entry,’ the first security guy told Macy. He joined shoulders with his co-worker – together, dressed in heavy black jackets and staring down at her, they were like a military tank facing down an unarmed civilian in an iconic Tiananmen Square moment.
    ‘Is she with you?’ the bigger of the two guards asked Orlando, looking as if he was tempted to turn us back too for attempting something so dumb.
    ‘Are you kidding? I’ve never seen her before,’ Orlando shrugged.
    In case you’re running away with the impression that my boyfriend is Mister Perfect, there are many times like now when he unhesitatingly looks after number one. ‘Let’s go,’ he told me before the security duo could change their minds.
    So we were through without Macy, treading the hallowed ground that Jack and Natalia had just trodden, taking a path around the side of the lake, heading for the film set for Siege 2 .

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    W ith my rational head on I was telling myself not to be too impressed. After all, Jack Kane and Natalia Linton were only human.
    A member of the crew wearing headphones walked quickly towards Orlando and me, warning us to step clear of cables. A lighting technician ran through cues, flicking lights on and off. Production staff glanced over their shoulders at us as we reached the Loeb Boathouse steps and hesitated.
    I was doing OK, keeping a cool head, absorbing technical details about camera positions when Natalia appeared in the doorway to a trailer beside the boathouse.
    Maybe it was the flashing lights, maybe the unacknowledged build-up of excitement – all I knew for sure was that it happened again. One second I was normal, seeing what everyone else sees. Next thing I’m plunged into nightmare.
    The ice on the reservoir cracks and monsters rise. It’s Lake Turner all over again. There are skulls beneath the surface, drowned souls who didn’t deserve to die. There are black water serpents with scaly, hissing heads, a creature with broad shoulders and claw-like hands heaving himself on to the bank. I’m in my dark angel’s presence and there is nowhere to run .
    My breath came short, my heart raced. I looked again at the smooth white lake, its surface unbroken.
    ‘You must be Tania.’ Natalia came down the steps and out into the cold to greet us. ‘And Orlando. So glad you made it.’
    Shaken and tipped off balance, heart still beating dangerously fast, I turned my back on the lake and followed Orlando as Natalia Linton led us into her husband’s trailer.
    Time for a catch-up on Natalia. There was a