“Where’s Grady, then?” Gerry asked next morning. He looked around, obviously trying to place Quinn and Tomasz and various assorted extras in full vampire gear. Everyone bustled about on the set that day as several of the movies were coming to their climax—plot-wise, that was—and the filming schedule was coming to an end. “For God’s sake, I need you both later on the bloodlust set for Van Cockring.”
“He’s reading the script in his trailer,” Jack said. He knew he sounded rather hoarse and his eyes were pink-rimmed but he wasn’t going to confess to anyone that he’d shed the odd tear or so last night, imagining life without Grady. “He won’t talk to me.”
“I don’t care about that, as long as he spreads them on cue for you.” Gerry looked stressed. “I’ve had a bad night, you know.”
“We know,” T
