Beck stood in the main operations room with Remi. He opened the file. He’d read and reread the letters and the file over the last two days. Each letter had a different picture of Natalie Warner cut from a magazine with a giant red X through the photo. Beneath the photo of Natalie, in an angry red scrawl, were the words Kill The Whore. “They came back clean without prints. Mailed from varying locations in Los Angeles, so nothing there. They’ve escalated to following her. They tailed her all the way home last week.” Beck looked up from the papers. Remi shook his head. “No plates. You have everything you need?” “Sounds like she’s a tough one.” “Doesn’t trust anyone. Family isn’t supportive. Major daddy issues, so her choices in regards to men haven’t been wise. Leaves lots of possibilities for potential stalkers. Could be someone who knows her, a stranger, or some random she took home.” “Police?” “Studio doesn’t want them, she doesn’t want them. She doesn’t want us either but the studio is bringing us in.
