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more like her personal assistant."
    "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss."
    She frowned. "Thank you. It was a shock for everybody."
    "I can imagine! How awful for you and everyone who worked with Phoebe. It must be difficult for all of you to know that she was murdered."
    Geeky Girl snorted. "It doesn't surprise me much though. I was in charge of handling her social media accounts. Phoebe attracted psychos like moths to a light bulb." She poked her phone screen. "And now that she's dead, they're all crawling out of the woodwork, expressing their sorrow in every nutty way possible. One of the weirdos probably killed her."
    Amy repeatedly clicked the plunger on the top of her ink pen. The sound mimicked her machine-gun paced thoughts. "Really? Have you told the police your theory?"
    "Duh. That's why I'm here. The detective asked me to stick around for a few days to help come up with a list of all of the creepers."
    "Creepers?"
    The assistant tilted her head down and rolled her eyes as she looked over the top of her glasses. No mistaking what that expression conveyed. "Cyber stalkers, internet trolls…creepy superfans—I call them creepers. There are some seriously scary dudes obsessed with her. Phoebe used to think their messages were funny, but she didn't have to deal with them like I did. I'd block one, and three more would appear, writing even more disgusting things—like what they would do if she went on a date with them. They're like fungus in many ways—disgusting and nearly impossible to get rid of. And those guys wonder why they're thirty and have never kissed a girl."
    "It sounds like that aspect of your job was very unpleasant."
    "Every aspect was unpleasant. Phoebe was a giant pain in the ass." The pitch of her voice got higher. "I want this. Get me that. This isn't good enough. Take it back."
    "That would be difficult to deal with." Amy smiled in thanks for the new information which could help solve the murder. "My name is Amy. I won the muffin contest Phoebe helped judge."
    "I'm Ginny." She leaned forward. "You made those banana chocolate chip muffins? I got to try them, and they were so good! It doesn't matter what Phoebe thought. I think you totally deserved to win."
    What had Phoebe thought? If only it were possible to ask a dead woman questions. Then she could tell the police who killed her, along with explaining what her problem was with—pretty much everything. "I take it she didn't like them?"
    Ginny drummed her fingernails on the table. "Don't take it personally. She didn't like any of the food and eventually refused to try any more of the samples. I'm not sure if I should tell you this, but I ended up judging everything in her place. You were definitely the winner for me."
    "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed the muffins so much." Amy pulled a business card, printed with her blog's address, out of the front pocket of her purse. She always made sure to keep those in an easily accessible spot since she had a tendency to choose purses which had the potential for becoming magic show props. Everything disappeared inside them. As she extended her arm to offer the card to Ginny, she said, "I just posted the recipe for them on my blog yesterday, if you would like to make a batch yourself."
    "Excellent." Ginny tucked the card into her tiny, black leather wristlet wallet. Her phone buzzed. When she looked at the screen, she frowned. "It was nice talking to you. I'm sorry, but I have to go."
    "It was nice meeting you. Have a good day."
    She watched Ginny until she disappeared out the front door of the café. Then Amy turned to her notebook. She didn't want to forget anything the production assistant had said. When she got to the end of a line, her hand brushed her cell phone. If one of Phoebe's cyber stalkers had decided to interact with her in person, maybe he had been lurking at the Cabin Fever Cure. Since Amy took pictures at the recipe contest, she could've snapped one that contained the killer.
    Out of habit, she