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before I gave him any information. I wanted to know who had informed him about the situation on the set and what his role was in the matter. He typically worked homicide, and a nasty prank hardly rose to the level of his usual cases. I couldn’t conceive that the Capital City police would want to waste Danvers on a couple of cups of urine and some nasty notes.
    “Yeah. Have you seen much of that on set?” he asked. He started telling me about another reality show where two contestants had been sleeping together and had plotted to tag team the others to knock them out of the race. I wondered if he was just making this up, or if he’d suddenly taken up watching TMZ. I tried to imagine Danvers sitting at home, trying to catch up on all of his reality shows.
    “A little. Sometimes the strategy can be to eliminate someone from the competition rather than to win on your own merits, but I haven’t seen that in this competition yet.” I didn’t add that someone had eliminated all over my pots and pans, but sometimes silence is golden.
    Danvers finished the hot dog and chewed. He took his time in responding. “I was just wondering if I needed to take a visit to the set. I’ve heard a few things that don’t sound good. I’d rather tamp down on this now, rather than wait until it becomes a real problem.”
    Finally, I thought, he’s heard things , plural, which meant that our problem this morning was part of a larger pattern. No wonder he was here asking questions. Now I wasn’t sure if he’d heard about the incident this morning or not. I turned to look at Land. Even though I had yet to hear any details about the relationship, apparently Land and Danvers knew each other prior to my inheriting the food truck. While I couldn’t conceive of the situation, I sometimes looked to Land for help in dealing with Danvers.
    “Someone peed on our prizes this morning,” Land said. “We had three boxes of pots and pans. They peed in one of the boxes this morning and left it for us.”
    Danvers made a face.
    “We left the box at the set. We just took the non-peed-upon cookware.” Land rolled his eyes like a detective should be able to figure this out without prompting.
    “Any thoughts on who might have done this?” Danvers had dropped the pretense of coming for a bite to eat and had put on his official face.
    “Betty Troxler came to mind. She lost the challenge yesterday and was booted off the show,” I added. If Land was telling all, I figured I might as well jump in as well. Danvers was a very attractive man, and I thought his attention should be on me rather than on Land anyway.
    “Yeah, her name came up more than once,” Danvers said.
    Noting that he’d indicated another set of incidents, I wondered why we hadn’t heard about these on set. Was I just out of the loop, or had someone at the production company kept a lid on this? I figured that unless I told someone in the competition, no one else would likely ever know about what had happened to me. The producers did not share any on-set gossip with the contestants.
    “So how many incidents are we talking here?” I asked, figuring that the best way to find out something was to ask. At the very worst, he would refuse to answer; however, since he’d come here asking questions, he might indulge me.
    “Seven so far. Eight if we include your urination.” He met my gaze for a second, and I wondered if we’d just had a moment.
    I raised my eyebrows. “Wow, that’s a lot. We haven’t heard anything about it on set. I suppose they’re keeping it swept under the rug.”
    Danvers looked at me. “Did whoever peed on your stuff leave a note? We’ve had a few other issues with threats and general nastiness.”
    I handed over the note, thinking that Land had started this full cooperation tactic. I figured that if he wanted me stop that he would give me some kind of sign. Danvers read the note and put it in his pocket. “It’s a lot like the other notes,” he said. “Any