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waited until she could see the inside of the van and then pulled the lever. The sidecar came away from the bike and continued straight at the van. KM peeled off to the right and sped off down the road and out of the depot.
    â€˜Good luck, EJ, you will do great!’ cried KM. ‘I’m out of here!’
    EJ held the lever tight and kept it straight. As she approached the van, she pushed the lever down to slow the sidecar. She felt a bump as it hit the ramp. The sidecar was in the truck. EJ pushed the lever hard down and stopped just before hitting a pile of boxes. She was in. She leapt out of the car and put her jacket and helmet in the seat before reaching under it. Her fingers felt for the small Eco-Deco button she knew would be there. One push and the sidecar and its contents would disintegrate: it was an excellent, although rather smelly SHINE way to dispose of equipment so it wouldn’t be found. EJ pinched her nose as the belching noises came from the car and within a minute there was nothing left. EJ ran to the back of the truck and pushed the button on the side wall. The ramp lifted up and locked in place. Just in time, thought EJ as she heard two women’s voices coming closer to the truck.
    â€˜This one’s already locked up and ready to go,’ said one woman.
    â€˜Okay, let’s take it,’ said the other. ‘We can make the first delivery.’
    EJ sat still as the women climbed into the front of the truck and started the engine. They didn’t know it but there would be one more thing delivered to the movie set—EJ12.



From the back of the truck, EJ could hear the delivery women talking to each other.
    â€˜Can you believe what a drama queen that Sydney Radisson is?’ said one. ‘She went off at the director yesterday, accusing her of ruining the scene then yelling at the lighting assistants that they had made her look bad. She was horrible! And then she started on the catering supervisor, demanding to know where her special chocolates were. Can you imagine? Fifty double-fudge chocolate bars! Crazy!’
    That doesn’t sound so crazy, thought EJ. Sounds rather delicious, actually.
    â€˜I know,’ said the other woman, ‘and then she accused her personal assistant of spilling her perfume bottles. The poor assistant kept trying to tell her she didn’t do it, but Ms Radisson just kept yelling at her.’
    EJ blushed a little when she heard that. It sounded a little like the way she had behaved with Bob. Perhaps he really hadn’t known that she had a diary?
    â€˜And then she started yelling at everyone, telling them that no one must open her bottles. Apparently this precious perfume comes inside little balls and they went everywhere.’
    Balls? thought EJ and she remembered the message she had decoded: ‘first ball drop a success’. Just another coincidence? wondered EJ. I need to see those perfume bottles.
    Then EJ held on to the side of the truck as it turned sharply and on to what felt like a rough dirt track. After a bumpy ten minutes or so, it came to a halt.
    â€˜Here we are,’ declared one of the delivery women, opening the cab door. ‘Let’s get this load unpacked and head back for the next one.’
    EJ needed to find somewhere to hide. She turned on her phone and used its light to quickly assess her hiding options. There were big boxes everywhere but all of them were taped shut. Then EJ spied three tall white cubicles on the other side of the boxes. She climbed over to see what they were. There were doors on them and on each door was a sign.

    EJ groaned. Somehow all her missions ended up involving a toilet. There was a loud bang as thetruck door began to open. There was no more time. EJ opened the toilet door and went in. She locked the door behind her, sat on the toilet seat lid and waited. She could hear the women unloading the boxes, the trolley wheels squeaking as they rolled up and down the ramp. Then