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it.
It certainly had nothing to do with Jack.”
    “ Let me get
you a copy on screen,” Sarah said, plucking a laptop from the air.
A few taps and clicks later she was handing it over to Detective
Potts. “I keep an electronic copy of everything.”
    Detective Jones leant
forward a little, as though his voice would affect his partner’s
ability to read. “I don’t think we can assume anything. Mr Murphy’s
accident has been all over the news so the note could be a clever
ploy to scare you.”
    Alicia looked at him in
disbelief. “I think it worked, don’t you? ‘You’re next’, after I’ve
spent the best part of twenty-four hours in the
hospital.”
    “ I understand
how you feel, Miss Gladstone.”
    “ With all due
respect, Detective, you have no idea how I feel. Yesterday was one
of the worst days of my life, akin to a day very much like it four
years ago. That one didn’t have a happy ending.”
    Greg reached out to take
her hand in his before addressing Detective Jones. “Young man, you
must understand the significance of all this. We lost Gray Jackson
and Eric Sutherland in a car accident, which echoed what almost
happened yesterday. If that was intentional, Alicia’s life could be
in danger.”
    “ I’d say that
Miss Gladstone is almost certainly at risk. I’m not an expert, but
the letters seem like the delusions of one person,” Detective Potts
commented, passing the laptop to Jones. “But whether or not Mr
Murphy’s accident was an attempt on his life remains to be seen.
You can rest assured we will be looking into it.”
    “ Do you know
the expression ‘children pay for the sins of their father’? Well,
in your case, you’ll be paying for the sins of your
mother.”
    They all turned to
Detective Jones. It wasn’t clear if he was even aware he’d been
reading aloud. He looked up, a little surprised to have the
floor.
    “ There’s
classic transference here. The author switches between pronouns
continuously.”
    Greg nodded his
agreement. It was something he’d picked up on too. “The main thing
we were concerned about, at the time, was the accurate description
of Alicia’s mother. We managed to keep any reference to Helen
Fairfax from the press, though there are various blog sites who’ve
worked out the connection - the die-hard fans of film who know
their stuff.”
    Alicia let out a breath,
more tired than she cared to admit. “My mother gave me up when I
was a child. I have very little recollection of her, but the person
who sent the letter appears to know her pretty well.”
    Detective Potts made a
few notes as she spoke. “Can you email me a copy of the letter?”
His eyes went from Alicia to Sarah and back again.
    Sarah reached for the
laptop so that she could access her mail account. “Type your
address in there,” she said, swinging it back to him with a
smile.
    “Thanks.” Potts threw a
look to his partner as Sarah did the honours.
    “That’s about it for now.
We’d like to speak to the residential security team and crew
members who have access to this part of the lot.”
    “Of course, I phoned
ahead and spoke to Abe Donovan. Abe runs the show. He’s expecting
us.” Stuart scooped up his pass from underneath a pile of papers on
his desk. “We carry identification at all times. The odd fan or
members of the press occasionally try their luck, as you can
imagine, but this is the first serious security breach. Certainly
the first time anyone got so close to Alicia.”
    You
can’t be everywhere at once. “It’s not your fault, Stu.”
    Greg swung his arm around
her. “She’s right. You aren’t responsible for everything that
happens. We’ll get to the bottom of this and until then we increase
security.”
    Detective Potts nodded
his approval. “I think any extra precautions you take are important
right now.” He held out his hand to Alicia. “Thanks for your time,
Miss Gladstone. We’ll be in touch.”
    “Thank you,
Detectives.”
    She watched as Stuart