Backstage, behind a curtain of rolling hedges and portable LED screens, Gene PD adjusted his cap and glanced at the ticking countdown on the production monitor.
"They're here," someone said through a headset.
Gene's lips curved up. "Finally."
Beside him, Bacon PD didn't smile—but his shoulders eased as he looked past the equipment truck toward the expansive villa just beyond the ridge.
The house was magnificent, sprawling across the landscape. Gleaming windows. Sun-drenched patios. Decks that stretched toward the sea. But not too close to the water. Gene had made sure to take care of that detail. The waves were loud, and he didn't want them messing with the audio.
The villa was magnificent, and it was built solely for this.
Bacon PD let out a low hum of approval. "Expensive taste."
Gene clapped his back. "What's the point of dreams if you don't go big?"
The crew was scrambling around them.
Behind them, a small team from the network had set up for an interview.
