“Wait, stop!” I burst as she hastily continues to remove Emily’s valuables. “I am not part of whatever this is,” I say, gesturing to the situation. “I definitely didn’t hire you, okay? I am a real person. I’m not role-playing.”
She stops unhooking Emily’s bracelet and raises her eyes to mine. “What? You’re not the person who hired me?”
“No.”
“And you didn’t call the cops on me?”
I pause, unsure of how to answer. “No. I did call the cops but I didn’t hire you. I was looking for the real Emily Bryant and you showed up instead. I only met her once so I wasn’t a hundred percent certain you weren’t her until just now. That’s why I called the police the other day, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about any of it, but I had a feeling there was something weird going on.”
Her expression sobers. “There’s a real Emily?” she asks, her tone concerned. “What do you mean you were looking for her? Why were you looking for her?”
I hesitate to explain everything that’s gone before. “Basically, I’ve been looking for her for four days. She left her wallet and car keys with me at an audition and then she just disappeared. So I looked in her car, found a phone number and address, and called. Then you showed up at my apartment. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it—you look quite like her, you sounded like her. I suppose my only theory is that whoever hired you is trying to cover up the fact that Emily disappeared at that audition. I think I was one of the last people to see her.”
“Shit,” she says almost to herself and sinks back down into her chair.
“Do you know who actually hired you?” I ask, delicately.
She looks up at me, embarrassed. “No.” She shrugs hopelessly. “I thought it was you. The job came through my agent and I taped the scenes they requested and sent it back through them. Just like a normal taped audition.”
“What scenes did you do?”
“It was, like, similar to when I came to your place.”
“Someone scripted our interaction? Before we had it? How is that possible?”
“Well, no, obviously, it was like a sort of scene outline. They gave me a character breakdown for your character as well as mine.”
I feel my blood freeze. “They did what?” I exclaim. I suddenly realize that I am a part of this whether I like it or not. Whoever hired her knows about me; they’ve been watching me, following me maybe. I think of my apartment and how things have been moved around the last two days. Whatever happened to Emily involves me now too, and whoever hired this woman hired her to deal with me. “Do you have my character breakdown?”
She bites her bottom lip as she weighs the requests. “Yeah.” She’s reticent but gives a dutiful nod. “I’ll get it,” she says, rising.
In the living room she drops down onto one knee in front of the sofa and roots around underneath, finally coming up with a tatty cracked leather handbag. Her own things, hidden “offstage.” She rises businesslike and hands me a dog-eared padded envelope.
“So this is everything I have. Breakdowns, scene guides, everything. My agent sent them all through.”
She hands me the packet of papers and I take them.
“Your agent must know who hired you, right?”
“I guess,” she answers, then catching my expression adds, “Oh, should I…I can check.”
I nod her on, astounded that even at this point, she still isn’t leaping into action to find out what the hell is going on.
She pulls out her iPhone, hesitantly. “Do you mind if I take this in the other room?” she asks, indicating the bedroom beyond.