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house—I never take it on set with me. So, anyone who comes into the house could access it—but why would anyone do such a thing? That doesn’t make any sense. I mean, why my computer?” Her eyebrows came together and her face reddened a bit. “That’s simply intolerable.”
    “Someone could be trying to make trouble for you.” I replied, injecting sympathy into my voice. “Who regularly comes into the house?”
    “Well, Rosemary, obviously. She’s here every day, and sometimes stays over.” She rubbed her eyes, and leaned forward.  “My housekeeper Cindy comes in three times a week and is here all day—usually when I’m on the set. She does the grocery shopping and makes meals as well as cleaning. My trainer, Steve Marren, comes by here when I’m not working. I have a massage therapist—Tony— who comes in twice a week. And of course, my director and cast mates stop by every once in a while.” She shrugged. “I’m not much for entertaining, frankly, but I guess any one of them could get on my computer without my knowing it.  But why would they send…” she stopped, picking up the folder again and opening it. She paged through the e-mails.  “These e-mails are absolutely vile.” She tossed the folder back down on the table, her face showing her distaste. She narrowed her eyes. “I most certainly didn’t write or send them. If they came from my computer, someone else had to have sent them.” She stood up. “ROSEMARY!” she bellowed, making me jump. She smiled at me. “Sorry.”
    The door opened and Rosemary stepped into the room. “Yes. Did you need something?”
    Glynis stood up in a fluid motion. “Rosemary, you haven’t been using my computer for anything, have you?”
    “Of course not!’ Rosemary’s face reddened.
    “If you’re lying to me—“
    “No, no, no!” Rosemary cowered, stepping back into the doorway.
    I stared at her. She acted like she was afraid of Glynis. I looked over at Glynis. Her hands were on her hips and she was breathing hard, her face red. Her eyes narrowed as she took a few steps forward. Rosemary visibly shrank. Glynis’s voice continued to rise as she spoke. “Have you seen anyone—Darlene, Brett, Charity, anyone —using my computer?”
    “No!”
    “I’m going to need to speak to each of them.” I interrupted.
    Glynis’s head whipped back around to me. Her entire face relaxed into a smile. “Of course. I want this matter cleared up just as much as Freddy does, I’m sure.” Without looking at her, she commanded, “Rosemary, get their phone numbers together for Chanse.” She sank back down on her sofa. She waved her right hand in a fluttery motion. “I’m getting a headache. Rosemary, after you get Chanse the numbers, would you mind showing him out?” It was an effective dismissal. I thanked her for her time and followed Rosemary into the hallway. Rosemary shut the door behind us. “Go wait in the front room, and I’ll join you shortly,” she whispered, and hurried off down the hall.
    I walked back to the front room and sat down in one of the chairs. I opened the folder and started paging through the e-mails. The next step, I figured, was to make a calendar of the dates and times the e-mails were sent—and compare that with the household schedule. Granted, that was assuming Glynis hadn’t sent them herself. I closed my eyes and went over the entire interview again.
    Was she telling me the truth?
    I opened my eyes as Rosemary came back into the room. She handed me a piece of paper with the names and numbers of the rest of Glynis’s staff printed clearly on it. I smiled at her. “She seems like a rather difficult woman to work for.”
    “Oh, no, she’s just having a bad day.” Rosemary smiled at me. “She gets these horrible migraines—suffers terribly from them. Today is one of her bad days. Most of the time, she’s an absolute doll—very kind and thoughtful. One of the best employers I’ve ever had.”
    I stood up. “How long