Steph is a puzzle. No. Her life is. She's just a shattered glass, pieces fallen everywhere, in the cracks of floorboards, blown out of window, on the gutter, underneath the brown tree leaves... Beach, bushland, streets of city, shipping malls, on the billboards, inside a computer game, street lights... ___
"I've been thinking about Richard and your mum. How can you just sit back and do nothing?! Do you know anything bout them? What if...", I ask Steph but she cuts me off.
___ "Look, Liz, it's not your business. No, I do not know where they are. I already told you, police is the last resort, I don't want to deal with them. I don't trust them. They just fuck everything up. I know how it works, you try to help them and they screw you up. Like one off the girls at the library. I mean men's club.... She was new and dumb, didn't know the rules. The once told police about some drug dealers. They fucked her up. Police was meant to protect her but it wasn't enough. The bad guys paid someone else to do the job. Her little sister got raped, she was only 8. So they made her change the statement. She lost her job of course. It wasn't safe anymore. That's how witness protection works. You end up in deeper shit then ever before.", She replies.
____ "Yeah, but your mum... She's missing too... And Richard, it's not like you testify about some crime. They're just missing...", I continue.
"It's much more than that. You always call me an angel, Liz. I'm not one. I'll tell you one day, but not now. You don't deserve to know yet. Hey, I've got a terrible headache. Gotta go, bye hun!", She's kissing me on the cheek.
Like a snow. Will spring sun reveal the truth? Will spring sun melt all the flakes?
But it doesn't snow here in Sydney. So, truth... I should be able to see the truth already.