I had my talk with Niel. I recorded the conversation
because I knew I’d post it here anyway:
Silent: So what
do you want from me?
NB: You’re
recording this?
Silent: You don’t
mind.
NB: [There’s a
moment of silence before he finally agrees]…I want you to find my sister.
Silent: What?
Don’t you think that’s a job for the police, or a private investigator, or
someone who’s the least bit qualified?
NB: The police
think she was found three months ago.
Silent: …what…
NB: Oh come on,
you had to be expecting something like that.
Silent: …well,
shit… In that case, I don’t think I want
to find her… But… tell me your story.
NB: My sister,
Marianne, went missing six months ago. Since she was over 18, the police mostly
figured that she just ran off to get away from her family, but she wasn’t that
type of person. They investigated. No leads anywhere. It was like she just
ceased to exist. Then, three months ago, someone found a body in an abandoned
house. It was identified as my sister. It looked like my sister. But that
wasn’t my sister.
Silent: I’m
pretty sure I already know the answer to this, but… how are you so sure?
NB: She sent me
this yesterday. [he hands me a note, I don’t have a scanner, but I’ll see what
I can do to post it or recreate it later]
Silent: How do
you know it’s not forged?
NB: That’s
definitely her handwriting, and that little symbol in the corner is something
we came up with to know what our messages were from each other when we played
“spies” as kids.
Silent: cute… [I
sigh] I suppose I’ll look into it.
NB: Thanks a lot.
Silent: As you
said… I don’t have a choice.
And so there’s that.
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