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support her, she still has her share of enemies as well.” Eleanor began shuffling through a stack of papers on her desk. “Bailey your computer skills paid off. Hacking into her email account brought up loads of useful information. It is loaded with emails from people who hated her completely. Some of these emails can actually be considered threatening by today’s legal standards.”
“Yeah, Bailey is really good at chopping computers and getting information for me,” Maddie said proudly.
Bailey fell back on the bed, rolling her eyes, “It’s called ‘hacking’ Gran, not chopping.”
“Oh, sorry, Bailey,” Maddie apologized. “I don’t think I’ll ever get the terminology just right. Bailey is good at hacking,” she repeated to Eleanor.
“Well, that package you sent me took me a while to go through, but in it I found hundreds of threatening letters, emails, and texts in her personal files.”
“Wow!”
“But when I went online, I found a host of angry reviews about her travel agency. It’s obvious she has more than her share of unsatisfied customers. I’m willing to bet that the majority of them are right there on the boat with you.”
“When you were going through them, Eleanor. Did any one of them stand out as being more threatening that others?”
“Quite a few actually.” Eleanor commented as she looked carefully through the papers. “You have to be pretty angry to write threatening comments to someone and send it through the Internet. Anyone who does that must have lost all manner of reason. They must know that it will eventually be brought to light.”
“Well, that certainly makes sense for a logical thinking person, but some of these people here have been burned two or three different times. And with Ana having the only travel agency in town, if you wanted to book a nice excursion, you had to either handle all of the details yourself or travel to the next town to find a service to do that.”
“Good point. So, the concept of free enterprise was lost. These people were forced to work with Ana on such specialized travel packages so she repeatedly ripped them off because there was nowhere else they could go,” Bailey started to reason.
“Eleanor,” Maddie declared, “I need to see those emails you found. I think if we had them here Bailey and I could compare them to our notes on the people we’ve met on the cruise and come up with a viable suspect to hand over to the deputy sheriff here.”
“There’s a deputy sheriff on board?”
“Yes, I thought that was strange and I couldn’t figure out why until you told me that Connors has decided to investigate the case himself.”
“Well, he may very well come in handy. It sounds like you’re getting close to finding the killer. You want to stick close to him so that you’re not in any danger darling.”
“Point well taken,” Maddie conceded. “So, can you go through some of those papers and pick out ones that you really feel stand out from the rest and send them to me on my E-phone?”
Bailey sat bolt upright in the bed, nearly bumping her head on the upper bunk above. “It’s I-Phone Gran. It’s an I-Phone, not E-phone. It stands for Internet Gran, get it?”
“Oh.” Maddie turned back to the computer. “Can you send them to my I-Phone?” She asked looking to Bailey for her nod of approval.
Bailey gave her a thumbs-up sign, but it looked like her Gran was never going to get this new lingo even though she tries so hard. A look of pity, frustration, and sorrow fleeted across her face as she contemplated a future of explaining new terminology for the next twenty years.
“Also, can you go to my office at the bakery and find the notes I wrote on Thomas Jones and send them to me as well? There’s something about him that isn’t adding up and I want to look more closely at my first impressions of the man.”
“Why, is he a primary
“Yeah, Bailey is really good at chopping computers and getting information for me,” Maddie said proudly.
Bailey fell back on the bed, rolling her eyes, “It’s called ‘hacking’ Gran, not chopping.”
“Oh, sorry, Bailey,” Maddie apologized. “I don’t think I’ll ever get the terminology just right. Bailey is good at hacking,” she repeated to Eleanor.
“Well, that package you sent me took me a while to go through, but in it I found hundreds of threatening letters, emails, and texts in her personal files.”
“Wow!”
“But when I went online, I found a host of angry reviews about her travel agency. It’s obvious she has more than her share of unsatisfied customers. I’m willing to bet that the majority of them are right there on the boat with you.”
“When you were going through them, Eleanor. Did any one of them stand out as being more threatening that others?”
“Quite a few actually.” Eleanor commented as she looked carefully through the papers. “You have to be pretty angry to write threatening comments to someone and send it through the Internet. Anyone who does that must have lost all manner of reason. They must know that it will eventually be brought to light.”
“Well, that certainly makes sense for a logical thinking person, but some of these people here have been burned two or three different times. And with Ana having the only travel agency in town, if you wanted to book a nice excursion, you had to either handle all of the details yourself or travel to the next town to find a service to do that.”
“Good point. So, the concept of free enterprise was lost. These people were forced to work with Ana on such specialized travel packages so she repeatedly ripped them off because there was nowhere else they could go,” Bailey started to reason.
“Eleanor,” Maddie declared, “I need to see those emails you found. I think if we had them here Bailey and I could compare them to our notes on the people we’ve met on the cruise and come up with a viable suspect to hand over to the deputy sheriff here.”
“There’s a deputy sheriff on board?”
“Yes, I thought that was strange and I couldn’t figure out why until you told me that Connors has decided to investigate the case himself.”
“Well, he may very well come in handy. It sounds like you’re getting close to finding the killer. You want to stick close to him so that you’re not in any danger darling.”
“Point well taken,” Maddie conceded. “So, can you go through some of those papers and pick out ones that you really feel stand out from the rest and send them to me on my E-phone?”
Bailey sat bolt upright in the bed, nearly bumping her head on the upper bunk above. “It’s I-Phone Gran. It’s an I-Phone, not E-phone. It stands for Internet Gran, get it?”
“Oh.” Maddie turned back to the computer. “Can you send them to my I-Phone?” She asked looking to Bailey for her nod of approval.
Bailey gave her a thumbs-up sign, but it looked like her Gran was never going to get this new lingo even though she tries so hard. A look of pity, frustration, and sorrow fleeted across her face as she contemplated a future of explaining new terminology for the next twenty years.
“Also, can you go to my office at the bakery and find the notes I wrote on Thomas Jones and send them to me as well? There’s something about him that isn’t adding up and I want to look more closely at my first impressions of the man.”
“Why, is he a primary
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