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helpful,’ Anna remarked as Reynolds hurried off.
    ‘You know, this is going to be a long day and I think we should divide up this list between us, along with the other two officers.’ Simon looked at his watch. ‘They break for lunch at one, so I’ll meet you out by the catering truck.’
    Anna suggested she take costume and make-up first while he checked out the unit drivers.
    ‘OK, I’ll finish in here and see you later.’ Simon tapped on one of the production office doors. Anna left the building and walked out into the main yard, heading for the make-up and costume trailers.
    Anna was surprised how large and comfortable it was in the make-up department. There were four big leather chairs with roll-back head and foot rests. Each section had a mirrored unit with extra lighting, and rows of make-up, with Carmen rollers and hair straighteners and wig stands, were crammed into each separate space. There was only one girl inside the trailer and she was making herself a coffee from a cappuccino machine. She turned as Anna entered and introduced herself as Cynthia Miller.
    ‘Did you make up Amanda?’ Anna asked.
    ‘No, I’m doing all the extras. You’ll need to talk to Carol, but she’s on set at the moment.’
    ‘How did you find her?’
    ‘Amanda? She was always friendly to me, though sometimes she could get Carol pretty frazzled.’
    ‘Was she seeing anyone from the film unit, do you know?’
    ‘Outside of work? No, I’m sure she wasn’t.’
    ‘Did she ever talk about being worried about anyone?’
    ‘No, though the last time . . .’ Cynthia hesitated. ‘It was the last night she was here, the night before it happened. She told us she’d been woken by a terrible scream. She was quite shook up about it; she said she was sure it was a woman screaming, but didn’t see anything or hear any more apart from that one scream.’
    ‘Did she report it to the police?’
    ‘No, I don’t think so, but she said it was very scary.’
    The trailer door banged open, and a voice said, ‘There’s a police officer asking questions.’
    ‘Carol . . .’ Cynthia indicated Anna and her colleague stopped in the doorway.
    ‘Oh, sorry. Is it OK if I come in?’
    Anna swivelled around in her chair.
    ‘Hi. I’m Carol Maynard.’ Carol was in her late thirties, attractive, if a little overweight.
    ‘Do you need to ask me anything,’ she went on, ‘only I’ll have to go back onto the set in a minute.’
    Anna watched Carol unpin a moustache from one of the wig stands and place it neatly between two tissues.
    ‘Actor sweats like a pig so his ’tache keeps getting unstuck.’
    Cynthia seemed a little edgy as she reminded Carol about the scream that Amanda Delany had heard the night before she was murdered.
    ‘Oh yeah, Amanda was really upset – said it sounded like a woman being tortured.’
    Anna kept watching Carol as she selected different pots of foundation and rouge.
    ‘Do you know if she was seeing anyone on a personal level from the film unit?’ she asked her.
    ‘Surprisingly no, she wasn’t. I don’t mean that to sound bitchy, but she was well-known for starting up affairs with her leading actors, or any good-looking guy for that matter. She put herself about a bit, but—’
    ‘There’s not much choice on this movie,’ Cynthia interjected.
    ‘It’s a small cast,’ Carol said, glancing at Cynthia as if warning her to keep quiet. ‘The leading actor’s older than her usual conquests and he plays for the other side. The big star is the lovely Rupert Mitchell; he’s not being called today though. We know he and Amanda were once an item but he’s back with his wife, and Rupert and Amanda seemed to have no hard feelings, wouldn’t you agree, Cynthia?’
    ‘Yes, they got along.’
    ‘What about the extras?’ Anna enquired.
    ‘I doubt Amanda would have been interested in any of them. We’ve had a very tight schedule on this film and as she was carrying so many scenes, I don’t think she’d