Extremely Famous by Heather Leigh

barstool and shake hands with each one.
    “I’m Agent Connors, this is Agent Smith.” I smirk at his name, thinking about the creepy agent in The Matrix .
    “I get that a lot,” he says , knowing what I’m thinking. “You must be Miss Tannen?”
    “Yes, I am.” I show the agents into the sitting area. “Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll get coffee.” I hear Sam introducing himself to the men.
    Drew ends his call a nd shakes hands with the agents. “Andrew Forrester, thanks for coming here. If you saw any of the news reports this morning, you’ll know it’s better for us not to bring the media to your front door.” He does his patented Andrew Forrester smile and sits on the couch. “Hey Sam,” he gestures to his lawyer.
    Steve and Evan find places to stand nearby as I hand the agents their coffee and sit next to Drew.
    “So gentleman, you said you had information regarding the death threat.” Drew puts his hand on my knee protectively.
    “Yes,” Agent Connors begins. He pulls a file out of his leather bag and holds it in his lap. “What can you tell us about the incidents involving the CelebCast case?”
    Our jaws drop at the same time, both of us stunned by the question.
    “You have all of that information, the FBI is the agency working that case,” I say to them.
    “ Why are you asking about that? Is it related to the threats on Sydney’s life?” Drew asks.
    “Possibly,” Agent Smith says cryptically.
    That was a mistake. Drew does not like being kept in the dark and he definitely doesn’t do ambiguous from people he doesn’t know. Plus, he’s sick and tired of talking about the wiretapping and frankly, so am I.
    “Tell you what,” Drew says in an irritated voice. “You tell us why you think the cases are connected and we’ll tell you what you need to know to make it stick.” His hand finds mine and squeezes it gently, spinning my ring around with his fingers.
    Agent Smith sits back, shocked at Drew’s reluctance to cooperate. Certainly the FBI is used to more compliant or at least more easily intimidated victims. Well, Drew is possibly the farthest possible thing from compliant or easy to intimidate.
    “Alright,” Agent Connors says. “The threats to Miss Tannen were made via the internet on a site dedicated to Mr. Forrester. Your official fan page, actually.” He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Drew.
    It’s a screen shot of an internet page with Drew’s picture at the top. Below are comments made by fans discussing all things Andrew Forrester. Circled is a comment posted by a FutureMrsForrester .
    How hopeful of her, I think to myself .
     
    I’m going 2 kill that bitch Sydney Tannen. She doesn’t deserve him!
     
    “So what,” Drew says derisively, tossing the paper on the table. “That doesn’t mean anything. One post on a website. Please tell me you have more than just this?”
    Agent Connors pulls out a stack of papers an inch thick and places them on the table between us. “These, are all similar, posted by the same person, from different IP addresses, using different usernames, which is why it took so long to untangle. All of these were within the past three months.”
    Sam leans in and picks up the stack of papers, flipping through them.
    “Holy crap,” I whisper under my breath.
    “The manager of your website alerted us to this. They kept banning the poster’s IP, but the person kept getting a new one each time. Very crafty actually,” Agent Connors says.
    “What makes you think this is credible?” Drew asks. “Crazy people say shit like this all the time.”
    “We didn’t put much into it at first, just as you’re not. But as the quantities and intensity of the threats increased, we began to look at them more closely,” Agent Smith tells us. “Then we got a break that made us believe this was more than just a crazy fan.”
    “What break would that be?” Drew asks the agents. Sam stops flicking through the printouts and leans forward in