Feeling encouraged, Daphne reached into her bag, to pull out the little notebook where she'd kept track of each of these letters - since the second one arrived, identical to the first, she felt there was something weird about them, not just the normal crank letters and her experience with the gang had raised her awareness of stuff like this.<br/><br/>As she pulled the book out, so the box of Scooby Snacks she'd bought earlier fell to the floor. "Ah. Hey Scooby, if you can get a scent off the letters I'll give you a scooby snack for each one!"<br/><br/>She giggled as the Great Dane bumped Velma, causing the freckled brunette to bump into her. "Hey watch out!" She grinned and steadied her old friend. She flipped the notepad open and quickly went through the details of which letter had arrived when. "Of course they all have my prints on them, as you would expect..." She sighed. Two of them had come through the post to her apartment and she had kept the envelopes. They were typewritten. Of course each typewriter was different but to prove which one the envelopes were typed by they would need to check a lot of typewriters. The rest had been pushed into her letter box when no-one (apparently) was about, all except the last one that had been pinned to the door of her trailer. "Of course, no one saw anything. The shoot was supposed to be a secure location. I couldn't see anyone who wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe it's one of the crew?"<br/><br/>Daphne was almost in tears. She had not asked for this. All she wanted was to get on with her life as a model, maybe break into movies or possibly television...