"I don't know." Clara looked dazed. Her mind was still a mess, her ability to think clearly not yet fully returned.
A long time ago, Director Keane had explained this scene to her, worried she might get nervous. He told her that nothing would actually fire from the gun and that all she had to do was act out her emotions. The effects would be added in post-production.
So she had no idea why it had fired a real bullet this time.
But she did know one thing: that bullet had been meant for her.
If this wasn't an accident, then someone had planned to murder her.
And right now, the possibility of it being an accident seemed close to zero.
Clearly, Miles Quinn was thinking the same thing. "If it was premeditated, who do you think would do it?"
Clara shook her head. She truly had no idea who could hate her so much they'd want to take her life.
Her gaze shifted to Miles. "What do you think?"
Miles mulled it over for a moment before looking at her and saying a single name, "Sandra!"
