“Hmm.” Nate scratched his chin. “Good point. There are other angles to look at here though. The stalker isn’t necessarily in town. They could have paid someone to deliver the gift, vandalize the cottage door, key the car, and damage the Ute. Or the car incident might have been instigated by that paparazzo—we can’t rule it out. Alternatively, it’s possible someone else from L.A. is in town but lying low. We’ll check with the accommodation providers and see if anyone is willing to share their customer list, but most will be worried about privacy regulations, so I’m not holding my breath.”

“Can’t you get a warrant for that?” Liam asked, sounding frustrated.

“Not with what we’ve got to go on.” Nate’s tone was apologetic. “I wish we could, but no one would approve it.”

Mehrtens tore some pages from her notepad and passed them to me, along with a pen. “You can use this to make a start on the list,” she said. “If you think of anyone else later, you can send us their names.”

“Thanks.” I picked up the pen and stared at the blank page, hating what they’d asked me to do. I didn’t want to think of reasons why people might dislike me. After all, I didn’t cause drama, sleep around, or party, except for when it had been encouraged for the sake of my career. But that didn’t mean others didn’t resent me or that I hadn’t ever rubbed someone the wrong way. I pressed my lips together, steeled my jaw, and started writing.

Mehrtens left the room a few moments later. Liam put an arm around me, obviously sensing my discomfort, but he didn’t watch over my shoulder, which I was grateful for. He and Nate spoke in low voices. I tried to tune them out so I could focus on thinking of who might want to hurt me. I jotted a few names, feeling disloyal, then wracked my brain for more. Finally, I pushed the notepad toward Nate.

“This is all I can come up with off the top of my head, but I’ll have Jeff send you the details of any overly enthusiastic fans, and I’ll keep thinking.”

“Thanks, Kennedy.” He touched my hand briefly. “This will help us make the best start we can.”

There was a knock at the door. Nate stood, opened it a crack, then stepped back. Blair and Tyler spilled into the room.

Blair’s eyes were frantic as they landed on me. “Are you okay, Kenz?”

I hugged him. “I’m fine. Liam took the worst of it.”

Blair let me go and laid a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Thank you.”