The evening sun coloured Johannesburg's skyline in shades of gold as the group gathered in Blake and Laura's living room. The film invitations lay spread across the coffee table like pieces of an elaborate puzzle. Blake, ever the investigator, had arranged them in chronological order of arrival.
"Something's not adding up," Blake said, tapping his pen against his notepad where he'd been tracking inconsistencies. "Golden Dragon Films has the resources for a major international production, but their company history is virtually nonexistent. My contacts in Hong Kong can't find any record of previous films."
Laura sat beside him, Monique sleeping peacefully in her arms after the strange events of the afternoon. "After what happened today..." she glanced at Jacqueline, both women sharing a look of unspoken understanding about the incident with the golden block.