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A PERFECT LIE: CHAP. 3 (ENGLISH VERSION)

1
First impact


That morning Ruby woke up very early. She dressed up with her dry and clean clothes, placing the ones borrowed from Diana on a chair in her bedroom, then she took her phone from the bag, starting a call.
Diana was leaning with her shoulder against the door side, wearing only an oversize T-shirt, watching her.
“Are you in a rush?”
“I must go to the office.”
“Do you want me to give you a ride?”
“Not necessary.”
“It is instead…I’m sorry for tonight…”
“Seriously?” she asked ironically, while she invited Diana to shut up, gesticulating with her hand.
“Yes, probably I’ll be there some minutes later. See you.” The phone call was quick.
“You do not want me to give you a ride.”
“No. Definitely, no.”
“Who did you call?”
“Not your business.”
After the last firm denial, Diana stretched her arm to the door side, trying not to make her go out.
“If you want…I can make it up…”
They looked in each other’s eyes for a moment, with the same depth of the night before, and it was as if they have known each other since forever; the same familiar sense of who feels the other person as a safe place. Then, a klaxon coming from the street broke that kind of magic.
“Who do you think I am? Let me go!”
This time she realized that resisting was useless, so she tried to take time.
“Can I call you later?”
“If you want to show me something else, yes. Otherwise, no.”
“You are so categorical.”
“I must go. Talk soon.”
Ruby glanced Diana with disapproval, then, without adding anything else, she left closing the door.
She looked back for a moment, as if she wanted Diana to open the door again to stop her and let her in. But her wish was not fulfilled, so she walked directly to the exit on the street.
She waited for some minutes, then finally, a taxi arrived. Without even waiting for the car to stop completely, she got in, with the taxi driver looking at her surprised and with a funny face.
“We are in a rush?”
“Yes. Can you drive me to the Times office? Thank you.”
The taxi driver nodded, but then he turned the car off.
“What? Something wrong?” Ruby spoke to the man, looking in his eyes through the rearview mirror.
“I think you must get out of the car, Miss.”
“What?” Ruby didn’t know if she should laugh or get angry. She was surprised.
“There is someone waving at me, I think you know her.”
“I don’t care! Please start the car.”
“If I were you, I’d get out of the car, she was not chasing the others.”
“The…others…?” Ruby was confused.
“Do you know her…?”
“Yes…well…let’s say so. If you want to get out…”
Ruby looked at Diana through the window, she was waiting for her on the stairs at the entrance of the house, smiling. Then, sighing, she opened the door and went out of the car, going to her.
“So?”
“So, I’ll drive you there. Better, you drive!” and she threw her the car keys.

They were on West 4th Street, and they ignored each other for a good part of the trip.
Diana often watched Ruby insistently, while Ruby was pretending of not feeling her glance, weighting on her instead, until, tired of feeling embarrassed, decided to do the most obvious thing, turning on the radio.
Useless action, Diana turned it off immediately. Ruby turned on her, completely annoyed.
“I liked that song!”
“Sure…” replied ironically.
“You’re exhausting, Diana…”
“No, I just want to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to listen. I just want to arrive to the office. Because of you, I’ll be later than I thought.”
“Since you are with me, they will believe that you received interesting information from me. They won’t complain.”
“You think so?” What’s this noise?” the car was making a buzz, becoming more and more intense and annoying.
“Don’t know. Not my car.” Ruby looked at her badly.
“It belongs to the department. Don’t panic.”
Ruby started touching the car devices, turning on the air conditioning as well, trying to understand from where the noise was coming from.
“You know, my father was used doing the same. He always broke everything.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you.” She was touching, pushing, and activating buttons and handles, under Diana’s annoyed glance.
“I think we should find a mechanician.” Diana said, while she was absently looking out of the window. She noticed the other cars were running way faster.
“Sorry but… how fast are you going?”
“About forty miles.”
“Weren’t you in a rush?”
“The point is that this wreck is not going faster than this!” Ruby was annoyed.
“There is an underground parking space not far from here, we can leave the car there and then I’ll call my colleague” Diana placed a hand on Ruby’s one, while she was steering.
The touch made her bounce.
“Are you nervous?” Diana didn’t let go.
“What you think?” Ruby tried to push Diana’s insistent contact away with her elbow, but she didn’t accept it, making a more daring physical contact, brushing her groin and trying to unbutton her pants.
Ruby was not believing at such a daring attempt, and that part of her who liked those kinds of attentions made her lose control of the car, while she was going down the parking ramp quickly, noticing that something was not right.
“Shit!! The brakes are not working!”
Panicking and rushing, she tried to search for the handbrake blindly, but Diana stopped her.
“Try not to lose your mind and do what I say!” Diana’s cold blood was enviable.
“Slowly let the accelerator go and climb down the gear!”
Ruby did it without talking, until the car slowed down as much as needed to let Diana insert the handbrake.
The car suddenly stopped at a few centimeters from a concrete column. But it was not over yet. The shock made Diana notice something strange coming out from the dashboard: a thin and weird thread, almost hidden, that was not part of the car.
Ruby watched Diana curiously, while she seemed to be very sure of herself.
“There’s something strange…”
“What you mean?”
The thread was connected to a device, hidden among the wires, not leaving doubts about what was happening.
“Go out of this trap, now! There’s a bomb in here!”
While Ruby didn’t have any problem opening the door, Diana couldn’t get out, because her door was blocked, so she lost precious time using the driver’s one.
“Run, shit! What are you doing here?”
“Helping you, dumbass!”
Ruby threw Diana out of the car grabbing her arms, and she lost her balance after jumping out, falling on her.
They didn’t have any time to look at themselves that a light smoke first, and some sparkles then, became a huge roar, while the car was on fire and some pieces of the car body were thrown all around.


The two women lost consciousness for some minutes.
The smoke and pungent smell of fire was spreading through all the lowest part of the building.
Diana was the first to regain consciousness, and seeing the other one on the floor, supine, ran towards her, despite not being fully ok after the explosion.
She made sure Ruby was breathing, so she tried to wake her up, shaking her lightly.
Not receiving positive signs, she panicked, screaming loud.
“Ruby, wake up…shit, wake up!” she looked around desperately, to see if the aids were there and to search for her phone into the pockets, but then she felt a hand on her.
“Diana, what…? Ruby was in a state of confusion.
“Can you get up?” not receiving any positive reply, she helped her to sit, and then she saw her arm was bleeding, so she ripped a piece of her shirt, to plug the wound and medicate it temporarily.
“Now lean against me, we have to get away immediately from here!”
The smoke was increasing, so they rushed to find the exit, through the labyrinth of cars and debris, despite the view was very unclear.
Once out of the area, they found the aids and a couple of police squads, who immediately recognized Diana. One of the cops got closer.
“I could imagine all but to see you here. What the fuck happened?”
“Someone placed a bomb into the car, and I think I know who he is.”
“Who? That kid? Come on, he’s dumb!”
“He’s not dumb, Steve! Don’t try to make me pass as a visionary!”
“You’re sure it was him, but…”
“I’m not sure, shit! Ok, enough! I will go to the police station asking for a lift to one of the cars and then I’ll leave my witness”.
“Not needed, now try to get better and send it by mail. I’ll take it.”
While they were talking, Steve waved his head towards Ruby, with a giggle, while she was receiving medication from an operator of the ambulance.
“Who is she?”
“Not your business.”
“A new “friend”?”
“You should learn to make your own business, for once.”
“Have you already dumped the other?”
“Tell me, Steve, how’s your wife?” this time Diana was smiling ironically, getting an embarrassed silence from the cop.
In the meantime, Ruby was feeling observed and, without drawing attention, walked to Diana, naturally.
“You know this wasn’t an accident, right?” Diana nodded.
“By the way, while I was getting medication, I saw a young guy on a motorcycle, who was watching you from the sidewalk in front of us…”
“Is he still here?” Diana was visibly shacking.
“Don’t know, don’t think so…”
“Let’s go!”
2
Street guys


“How’s your arm? All ok? You were bleeding much.” Diana was worried about the woman, but anxious for what she told her before.
“Yes, but you still didn’t tell me who is this Lucas Walsh.”
“He’s the piece of shit who murdered my daughter. Don’t ask me if I’m sure he was the one, because this question makes me lose my nerves. Where have you seen him?”
“Over there.” Ruby waved in the direction of a narrow street, that was passing through old buildings, crossing the entire district in the complete darkness.
“I’ll go alone, if you don’t feel like it.”
“No, don’t mention it, going into the dangerous streets of the Bronx is my favorite hobby!” Diana smiled, despite everything, until they went inside that street.


Diana was silent for a long time, focused on looking into that heavy twilight, searching for clues that could lead her to her man, until she heard clearly two kids’ voices, from a narrow alley.
“We can make good money with this, to divide with Rey and Vi. What you think?”
“It can be enrolled, leave it, Alec!”
“Don’t say bullshit, Cat! We didn’t find it in Manhattan’s high districts!” replied the other kid.
Diana tried to hide herself into the shadow as much as possible, and she clearly saw two guys in their twenties, talking in front of a motorcycle. Blinded by rage, she matched it with the one belonging to Lucas Walsh, so she decided to come forward, but Ruby grabbed her wrist.
“What do you want to do? They’re surely armed.”
“I just want to talk to them. Let me go!” Diana didn’t realize she raised her voice, alerting the two guys in front of her: a blonde one with gentle traits, and the other with darker skin.
The last one immediately jumped, while the blonde one was still, as to challenge Diana, waiting for her to be in front of him.
“What the hell, Alec? Come on! Let’s go!”



“Guys! Stop! This is the police!”
The two guys were running, but Diana was running quick as well behind them.
“Why are you running away, Cat?”
“I don’t want troubles! Not today!”
“Fuck you, Luis!” the blonde stopped, then turned around and stayed standing still, with a closed punch and the other hand behind his back, ready to use the gun, waiting for Diana.
The darker one took only a few steps ahead, then stopped and walked beside the other.
“Now I like you!” Alec smiled proudly.
“We won’t do anything. If things will get bad, worse for her…but she doesn’t seem dangerous…”
“Always the same. Always different from the others! I can’t believe I’m indulging you!”
Diana reached the two guys. She tried to breathe.
“Why didn’t you stop? I only want to ask you a couple of questions, nothing more.”
“The ones like you don’t ask questions.” Alec replied firmly.
“You’re right, and in other circumstances would be like that, but…”
“But?” Cat pressed.
“Wait, who the fuck’s coming?” Alec saw Ruby coming, with his eye corner, and was decided to use the gun, but Cat, knowing his friend, grabbed his wrist.
“Let’s go, what do you think these dumbasses could tell you?”
“Please, don’t interfere, ok?”
“You perfectly know Noa didn’t hang out with these guys! I don’t understand what you’re looking for!”
Noa…?” Cat whispered the girl’s name with strangled voice.
“Do you know her?” Diana opened her big dark eyes, shook Cat grabbing him by his shoulders, while the guy was silent. Then, he regained himself.
“No, I…don’t…” for a few seconds he crossed Alec’s disapproval glance, but then decided to speak.
“I’m going to tell you all I know, but then you must forget you’ve ever seen us…”
“Look at this one!” Ruby broke in, almost mocking at him, receiving Diana’s disapproval glance.
“I don’t work in your district, and I have no reason on investigating about you, but if you saw or heard something, please tell me…”
“Please... Noa is…was…my daughter.”
The two guys looked at each other, then, Cat decided to talk first, with the clear disappointment of Alec, painted on his face.
“Well, I…we…don’t know her, but we were at Mott Haven…”
“Shit, Cat! Do you understand that she wants to trick us?”
He kept talking, ignoring his friend.
“…I saw two guys walking away…the bigger one had a girl on his shoulders…maybe she was too drunk or high to move. Or maybe…”
“Maybe?” Diana pressed.
“…maybe she was already dead, because the guy standing beside the bigger one was crying…and I heard him spelling that name…Noa.”
“Where have you seen her exactly?” Diana’s glance was desperate, and Cat could feel it.
“Near the North underground station, half an hour from here, there is an abandoned house. Everyone calls it The Black House.”
“The black house?” Ruby was doubtful.
“Yes, it’s called in this way because scary noises and verses are coming from there.” Alec intervened, seeing his friend seriously determined to help Diana, so he tried to be a little softer.
“Even if it’s called in this way, is not dismissed as the others around, it’s very beautiful instead. Surely belongs to some rich man, who’s pretending it’s abandoned…you know?” Cat was going on.
“Ok, thank you. You can go.”
“You don’t have to tell us” Alec was very annoyed by Diana’s authoritative reply.
“I hope we could help you in some way.” Cat waved to his friend. Walking fast, they completely disappeared in the street dim light, in a few seconds.
“What are we doing about this?” Ruby climbed on the motorcycle, as if she could drive it.
“Get down!” Diana was annoyed by the journalist’s shallow move, then she took her phone and called the police station.
3
Smell of the death


Lucas was a loner, not for his choice; life had cornered him more than once.
His only “friends”, with time, have become dealers, backers, and prostitutes. People who always wanted something from him; who “worked” with him or for him.
Liam represented that brother he always wished he could have: a safe place where to hide when all around was becoming a suffocating spiral.
Nothing was able to touch Lucas’ sensibility, but that skinny and fragile kid, maybe because Liam could see who he was, some time ago.
When he was a kid, being an only child was making him feel different from his school mates, who, on the contrary, had brothers and sisters.
Lucas was shy and clumsy with everyone, he didn’t have someone to play with, a friend or a confident.
When his parents were fighting, he was closing his room’s door and was bringing his hands on his ears, imagining of having another life.
Despite nothing was missing on the material plan, everything was missing on the emotional one.
Growing up, and becoming more and more aware of what was around him, he often saw his father coming home stained with blood, and when Lucas was running to hug him, the man pushed him away, as if he was a stranger.
It was pointless to search for comfort from his mother who, after spending many years in tears, decided to change life, going out late at night, with provocative clothes, to meet strangers. He soon found out from his house’s staff, who was gossiping, that they were his mother’s lovers.
This was one of the many scenes Lucas attended to when he was a child, and that were repeated through the years, until the day when he was a teenager and he saw his mother Grace, dying.
Lucas was the one finding her dead body.
The woman was lying on her bed, in her luxurious room, and what the kid could feel, even before seeing her, was the bitter and sickening smell of cigarettes extinct hours before, even if there was no ashtray.
He went closer, immediately noticing his mother’s pale skin, her eyes closed and a hand on her stomach, holding the fabric of her silk dressing gown, as if the woman could have felt an intense pain, before dying.
He could not even think of trying to help her, since three big men entered in the room silently, followed by his father, who jumped in front of him and started to slap his face.
“You should thank me.”.
The three men wrapped Grace’s dead body in the sheets and took her away, in front of Lucas’ eyes, who was hurt on his face and in his heart.
In that moment, the kid could see many memories of his mother sliding in front of him, as if he had completely forgotten them before.
Grace was almost never smiling and, when it was happening, his husband was used to put her in her place, making her notice how dysfunctional their relationship was, with his narcissistic and arrogant behavior. How wrong she was.
Lucas could not find any trace of happy moments in his mind, happy episodes with his parents, not even calm moments.
He could only remember fights behind their bedroom door, his dad going out slamming it, and his mother calling to hug him. But it was not long enough, because the woman immediately started to use alcohol and cigarettes, completely forgetting about him.
Lucas loved her, as a child who loves and justifies a parent who, for a million reasons, ended up with her back against the wall.
When his mother died, even his back ended up against that same wall.
4
September 11th


When they arrived at Diana’s place, the door didn’t want to open.
“Shit, it’s been a year since we have this problem, and the administrator still didn’t change the damn door lock!”
“Wait, I’ll try.” Ruby moved Diana’s hand softly, and she brushed her hand back, leaving the keys fall on the floor, but they seemed not to care, as their hands entwined.
“Diana…” each time their eyes crossed, it felt like a spell, that was bringing them somewhere else, to make them suddenly fall back into reality.
“Leave it.” Diana lowered, got the keys, and this time the door opened without issues.

Entered in the apartment, Diana turned one of the lamps on, adjusting the soft light, threw her bag and jacket on the sofa, then she sat there. She removed her shoes and laid on it. Ruby closed the door behind her softly, leaning on it with her back. She knew some complaining was about to come.
“You…you’re not attracted to me, aren’t you?” Diana passed her hands on the temples, as if a strong headache was about to arrive.
“No. Not true. And today was way too heavy to talk about these things.” Ruby was looking to the floor and to the fugues between one tile and the other, in the attempt to escape Diana’s glance.
“Why do you want to see me, if you don’t want me?”
“You only want to fill a void.”
“You really think you can replace my daughter? Watch me when I speak!”
“Yes. I do.” Ruby wanted to challenge Diana, going closer.
“A son cannot be replaced by anyone in the world. Do you know that? Don’t think so, you haven’t children.” Diana knitted her forehead, and two light vertical lines between her eyebrows made her look older, more mature than her age.
“I don’t have children, but I was a daughter. A parent cannot be replaced as well.”
“Perfect, so what are we talking about, Ruby?”
In the end she sat beside Diana, collapsing among the pillows, heavily tired.
“Your mother replaced you, right?”
“What?” Ruby was confused by the question.
“When your father died, and she started a new life, you felt replaced, didn’t you?”
“How the fuck you…?”
“I got informed about you as well.”
Diana got up, took a green folder among some books from one of the bookshelves in the living room, under the incredulous eyes of the journalist, then she threw it on Ruby’s legs.
“But the difference between me and you…” Diana went on “is that I am driven by a real interest about you, you are only interested in writing a good article, instead.”
“What a big son of a…”
Ruby, shocked and dazed, was aware that she was violated in her private sphere, understanding for the first time how was not to be the one who was writing the article, but the one who was damaged by it.



Charles Evans was only a cop trying to do his job, when on September 11th, 2001, in the attempt to maintain the order, his Smith & Wesson accidentally hit a pregnant woman, who was running, trying to save herself.
He thought nobody saw that, in the confusion, not considering his partner, Idan Bitton, was just behind him.
His conscience didn’t allow him to do his job as before: he was often absent, and when he was working his breathe smelled like alcohol.
After a few months from the accident, Charles was dismissed, and his days were passing lazily, between a bottle of Vodka and half-a-score cans of beer. His wife Ava could not bear this anymore, she could not see him on the sofa, between the disorder and the smell. She was initially coming home only to cook lunch and dinner to her daughter, but then her coming backs became more and more occasional: Ruby had to learn to cook and program the washing machine by herself, because her mother left.
But she was not the only one who left. Soon all Evans family just ceased to exist.
It was about 19 when Ruby came back from school: a simple Autumn evening as many others.
The lights were all off. The apartment was enlightened only by the weak rays of light, coming from the streetlamps.
No sounds. Only the squeaking of the door, closing behind her.
“Dad…?”
Ruby tried to turn the light in the living room on, but it didn’t work.
She remembered that the week before, the electric company sent the countless reminder for the nonpayment of the bills.
She took her phone, trying to make some light with the display, walking slowly through the corridor to reach the bedrooms.
“Dad, are you sleeping?”
Ruby’s hesitant hand opened lightly the bedroom door, until it was wide open, while the phone enlightened the middle of the room.
Ruby’s scream choked with weeping filled the building.



“I am aware it’s not easy for such a young girl to find out her dad’s dead body.”
“Why are you doing this to me, Diana…?” Ruby’s voice was trembling.
“How did you find your dad?”
“Isn’t… isn’t it in your dossier? Why are you asking this to me?”
“I want you to tell me.”
Ruby didn’t reply.
“Fine. Here it goes: «Charles Evans. 49 years old male found hanging from the chandelier with a rope made by electric wires, in his bedroom. Beside him, a scissor ladder, most probably used for the preparation…»”
“Stop it…”
«The violent action of the electric wires caused the hyoid bone fracture. »
Ruby lowered her head, with her elbows placed on her knees. She looked beaten.
“How did you feel when you found him? Here it’s written that the daughter (you) was in a sever state of shock…”
The woman was showing her uneasiness explicitly, entwining her fingers, as to clean them from something dirty.
Diana noticed that but kept browsing the documents carefully.
“After the episode, until you became an adult, you were under treatment with Dr. Parker and…”
“I wish I could see you…”
“Excuse me?” Diana pretended she didn’t understand.
“…find your father hanged in front of you, completely cyanotic and…”
“I saw many of them during my career. And you forget I also saw my daughter.”
“But I was 18 years old!” she shouted.
“You cannot resist. Isn’t it, Ruby?”
The journalist was gesticulating nervously, then she got up, run to the bathroom slamming the door, to place her soapy hands under the water, brushing them until they were bleeding.
Grimaces of pain, tears, and sobs, didn’t cease until Diana opened the door looking at Ruby, who exchanged glance, with her black make-up pouring from the corner of her eyes, along with tears.
Diana didn’t say a word. She hugged the woman from behind, bringing her arms on the front and picking Ruby’s ones, getting her white shirt wristbands dirty with blood.
They stayed like that until Ruby, raising her face to the mirror and seeing that scene reflected, tried to wriggle out, but Diana didn’t let her, until she gave up. She regained her breathe, finding herself in front of the woman, who was looking at her with sweetness and eyes full of tears.
Diana felt an infinite tenderness for Ruby, and held her tight, transported by her feelings, not imagining that she would have been returned, until she felt Ruby’s hands behind her back, and her face resting on her breast. She could feel her warm breath on her skin.
Diana closed her eyes, curving her neck backwards, letting herself go into that long and desperate hug, which felt like love, comfort, and consolation. Warm and familiar. Pulsing.
“Why…why, Diana?
“It’s the weight you carry inside you…” Diana took Ruby’s face between her hands. They were both full of tears.
“…I know that weight and I felt it…you haven’t to run from me, I can feel you…” she hugged her tight once more.
Ruby didn’t say anything, Diana’s words and her warmth were making her feel safe. At the same time, she understood that Diana’s intentions were not harming her, but they were going to let the pain go out, along with her sense of guilt that was oppressing her since she was young.
Ruby could not cry after his father’s death, not even after a long time. She believed that putting the mask of a strong and fearless woman, she could have moved on, but the seed of pain had grown up to the excess, also invading her adult life.
Diana knew that, because the same seed was growing inside her, after Noa’s death.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A PERFECT LIE: Chap. 2 (ENGLISH VERSION)

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1 Reminiscence


I arrive at the entrance of Central Park, thinking to find her there, the crazy one instead seems to be gone inside. After walking a little, indeed, I find her on Gapstowe Bridge.
I wasn’t here in the early morning before, there is no one around.
Except for her.
She looks under the bridge, as if she is about to jump; if there was a great height, she would have probably done that. Or I’d have killed myself while trying to save her.
I can feel her mental absence even from a distance.
I don’t know if I can feel that since I know her well, or because this is the impression that anyone could feel.
“Where is the car?”
“Are we arrived at this point? You don’t even ask me how I feel…”
“Have you ever asked yourself how I was feeling in this last year and half?”
“You’re right…forgive me…” she cries.
Red eyes, smudge make-up, her shirt stained of don’t-know-what, are not sufficient to make me understand what happened.
“Anyway, I’m here…” I can’t help but making her feel my presence, something still links us, after all. Or maybe not. Because what I say is not noticed.
“It’s not good for you to stay here, we should go home, Diana…”
“I cannot forget. I don’t want to…you haven’t seen her…” she watches under the bridge again, as if Noa’s body was there, again.
No, I haven’t seen her, but I knew in what conditions she has been found: after exhausting research lasted a couple of months, the girl was fished out of the lake, under Gapstowe Bridge. She was found by Diana, with tied wrists and her mouth sealed with tape.
Hit by a bullet on her chest, but the cause of death was overdose of cocaine.
She has told me, after our first acquaintance.
My investigation did not bring me the expected results, since as I thought, police was hiding the details.
The several articles written by colleagues, were stating that the victim was one of Diana’s relatives…but I couldn’t think she was her daughter, back then.
I come close to her, more than what I have done lately. I can’t even remember the last time I did it, so I decide to be brave, I place my arm around her shoulders, and she turns to me. She hugs me. Looks up and watches me. Her eyes are wonderful, even if sad and full of tears. She wants to say something, but she doesn’t. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. She understands I won’t do it, and she looks down. I wipe her tears away with my thumbs and she lays her head on my chest.
“Come on, let’s go to take the car.”

Diana’s car is on 5th Avenue, near a traffic light, next to the sidewalk.
Just when I try to understand what happened, I see the police coming.
Some guys get off the car, to be policemen they are weird: one is big with a huge beer tummy, the other two are not very tall but strong, one of them having a blonde tuft of hair.
“Is it yours?”
“Yes.”
“Some shopkeepers reported it, but no one was able to tell us what happened.”
“Well, I don’t…” the guy with the big tummy notices Diana. I can see he’s looking at her interested.
“You are…were detective Bitton! What did you do? Did you get drunk again, huhn?” if only he didn’t add a stupid laughter to the unlucky sentence, Diana wouldn’t have felt offended.
“Motherfucker!” I have never seen her spitting into someone’s face, and the big tummy guy doesn’t take it very well, he immediately tries to jump on her, but the other two policemen and I walk in the middle.
“Who the fuck you think you are, asshole?”
“Thank the fact you’re a woman and you’re not alone” the big tummy guy cleans his face from Diana’s spit, pouring on his nose’s side.
“I should have fired you when still…”
“Shut up, Bitton!” the guy doesn’t want to stop it, so I decide to intervene.
“Enough. We’re here to take the car and leave.”
“How do you think you can do it?” The blonde policeman waves his foot in the front wheels’ direction:  they are punctured. 
“Something’s strange also on the car hood” he adds with a stupid smirk.
“What the fuck happened, Diana?” I can’t understand. She talked about an accident, but all I can see is confused and absurd.
Punctured wheels. Heavy dent on the car hood. Nothing that makes me think Diana has lost control of the car. Everything seems happened “later” and not “during”.
“I…can’t…can’t remember…”
“Let me call you a tow truck” the blonde guy walks away with his cellphone in a hand, with the other hand, instead, gives a light friendly punch to the big tummy guy, who’s still looking at Diana. The three policemen walk away, once they reach enough distance, I decide to talk to her.
“Would you explain me?” she doesn’t say a word, goes opening the trunk and pulls out an iron bar.
“I hit the car.”
“You…what? Since when you go around with this shit?”
“Since when I haven’t a gun anymore.”
“What the fuck does it mean? Are you kidding me? Didn’t Steve get you one, recently?”
Steve is one of the few policemen Diana is in good terms with, after being dismissed from the police.
“Hello?!?”
“I, well…I think I lost it! Why are you fucking looking at me like this?” I know she gets defensive when she is about to lie. This is one of those moments.
“Bullshits! Tell me what the fuck have you done to that gun!” without even realizing it, I start yanking her shoulders, and she burst out laughing in my face. 
“I sold it.”
“Congratulations, a great idea!” I am getting mad, because that smile on her lips turns into a laughter, but I can’t find anything to laugh about.
“You’re still funny when you get mad” I turn my face around to avoid looking at her and get even madder than I am already.
She gets closer. She’s in front of me, at few centimeters, when I feel her hand in my hair, while she is pushing my head to her face. She kisses me on my lips, and I can’t understand anything for a moment, so I let her do it. It didn’t happen in such a long time, that I lost count. But when I’m losing my mind and the kiss becomes deeper, I regain consciousness.
I feel her bitter tongue. In that moment I put an end to that kiss without sense. It’s not the first time.
“You’re high again! Shit!”
“So what?”
“When I lower my defense down, I realize you’re the usual asshole!”
“You still haven’t lost the habit to judge me…”
“No, because who you are has ruined our lives! You get high, sell the only weapon that could be useful and walk around with an iron bar in the trunk! Why? How did you use it for? I want an explanation, quickly!”
“For HIM…”
“He was exonerated.”
“Noa…it was him! You know it!”
“He’s just a kid! You could never find concrete proofs!”
“You perfectly know they prevented me! In any case, I found his new home, and last night I found him here, dealing in this area.”
“And you got your chance to stock up.”
“Yeah, I did it to get close to him, then things got bad, he almost killed me…and…”
We get interrupted by the guys of the tow truck. Of course, I should pay for the removal and storage costs. Diana changes her mood again, because she feels bad for that, but she doesn’t do anything for things to change, after all.
I take her by the arm, and I ask her to follow me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Now we go home and then you have to explain me all that happened.”

I never know when to believe Diana, or not. Her story seems reliable, but her habit to lie never passed. After trying to buy drugs, Diana tried to hit the kid with the iron bar, but he managed to run away.
“It went well for you.”
“I still have perfect reflexes. I managed to get in the car. I ran after him for three blocks, I almost hit him with the car…then…”
“Then…what?”
“I had a panic attack and I stopped…then I simulated an accident.”
“Pray that insane won’t denounce you.”
Lucas Walsh was a 20 y/o kid with Irish origins. From Diana’s investigation, we found out he was the son of a mugwump of Irish Mob. Mostly, he was dealing, but he didn’t subtract himself from other illegal activities. The last murdered kid, the one Diana was investigating on when we have met, was going to the same high school Lucas was going to, with the difference that he was an avid repeater. Noa was going to the same institute, and she knew them both. It was not difficult to combine the elements that brought to those results. Then things got complicated when also Noa’s dead body, disappeared.
“I could have killed him, if…”
“…if you weren’t high.” 
“Ruby, fuck!”
“It’s the truth! You want to say it’s not like that?”
“That damned has a great strength to be a kid.”
I stop the car, we arrived home.
I feel terribly tired, in pieces. Weak. As if a mountain fell on me. 
I rest my head on the steering wheel.
“I can’t take it anymore.”
2 All in one night


Diana took one photo frame and handed it to Ruby, without saying a word.
The photo portrayed the woman and her daughter, when she was still a child.
“She resembles you a lot…”
“Resembled” she added, with strangled voice.
“I…don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry…”
“You don’t have to, I am sorry enough. Want some?”
She poured Jack Daniels in a glass.
“No, thank you. I don’t like it.”
“Really? Beautiful and faultless?”
Diana smiled sarcastically.
“And you? Beautiful and faulty…?” Ruby couldn’t help it.
“You can’t even imagine…” she leaned towards the sofa with bottle and glass in her hands, to sit near Ruby, maintaining some distance.
“Alcohol is the only thing that makes me feel less lonely.”
“Isn’t there anyone in your life?”
“No, only my ex-husband who bothers me sometimes…but I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know you, after all.” She sipped the whiskey, then she poured some more and swallowed it all again.
“I’m not interested in your love affairs. You’re the one who wanted to meet me.”
“Yeah. I don’t even know why. Maybe…well, doesn’t matter. I know you’re a great journalist…”
“So, you did research about me…” she smiled.
“Of course. Anyway, I want to show you something.”
She took the notebook, put the password, and Noa’s crime scene photos were immediately shown.
Ruby suddenly understood Diana was filling herself with alcohol to bear the vision, so she went close to her. 
Then, Noa’s pictures series started, she was naked, laid on the morgue’s cot, supine: yellow skin with hypostatic stains, generated by the corpse’s pressure, she seemed only a piece of meat.
The two women were in silence, only interrupted by the “click” from the pad and by the light coming from the laptop. 
Ruby tried to swallow, but there was no spittle in her mouth.
“Are…are there also photos from the autopsy?”
“Photos and clip, if you’re interested.”
Diana didn’t wait for the woman’s reply and clicked on another folder on the desktop, then she started one of the videos with a couple of doctors harnessed for the occasion and the camera switching to Noa’s naked breast.
The image was not in high quality, but everything was clear enough.
When one of the doctors was getting close to Noa’s body, with the scalpel in his hand, Diana took the bottle and filled a glass of Jack Daniels, that swallowed all suddenly, while the camera zoomed on the doctor’s hand, who started to open the rib cage with the scalpel, with a sharp “Y” cut.
Skin and adipose tissue seemed like butter to the doctor’s touch, who easily cut the nerves with scissors, until the rib cage was open. 
When the first internal organs were extracted, Ruby had a retch that couldn’t hold, throwing up on the floor.
“I had the same reaction the first time.”
“Shit, this is horrible” she cleaned her mouth with her hand.
“Even the second, and the third…now I can bear it, but only thanks to the alcohol.”
“Why are you watching again this horror?”
“So, I can realize my failure as a mother…”
There was a brief silence.
“Let me clean, you can go to freshen up. Make yourself at home.”

Under the warm shower, she was expecting to wash away the cruel images just seen. 
Ruby took some shower gel from the dispenser and strongly rubbed her hands. Then her body. Then again, her hands, with strength, again and again, making them bleed.
“Shit!”
Scared, she looked around and took the first towel she could find, to dab her wounds. 
“Great! Of course, white, of all colors!”
“All ok?” Diana knocked on the door, but Ruby was distracted and didn’t hear anything, so, worried, the woman opened it a little bit. Sufficient to have a conversation, without invading personal space. 
“Ruby??”
“Yes, yes! I just need to wash my clothes…can I use your washing machine?”
“No problem, are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yes.”
Diana wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t insist. She was drunk, and it has been years since the last time someone visited her.
Being intrusive with Ruby could make her run away. She didn’t want to. But for what reason? 
“I got you some of my clothes. We have the same size, more or less.”

Ruby came out of the bathroom, making sure the wounds on her hands were not visible.
Diana was a little drunk, but she was a cop, after all.
“I made you a cup of warm tea.”
“Oh, well, thank you.”
“I haven’t only alcohol here, if this is what you think.”
“I don’t think anything” both sat at the kitchen table.
“Why did you show me that video?”
“You were curious, no?”
“Not to see a slaughtered teenager.”
“Since the first time we met, you didn’t do anything else than getting involved in my stuff!”
“You let me get involved.”
“Only to avoid that your paparazzi nature could make damages spreading the wrong information, what do you think?”
“Ok, enough! Thanks for the tea. Don’t worry, I will pretend that I don’t know anything!”
“You can’t. Now you’re involved. Moreover, you’re leaving with my clothes…”
Ruby got up, removed her t-shirt throwing it on the table, staying half naked in front of Diana, who lowered her eyes.
“Please, get dressed…let’s talk again tomorrow. You can use my bed, I have to do some research.”
Ruby knocked her hand on the table, starting to scream.
“How do you think I can sleep, after all I’ve just seen?”
“I can give you some good pills I use…”
“Your bed, your pills…you’re crazy!”
“Maybe, but it’s not me who’s screaming half naked in the apartment of an almost stranger. Now, please cover yourself up” she handed her the t-shirt, noticing the wounds on her hands. But she didn’t react. 
“Your cop attitude is not working with me!”
Diana got up and placed herself in front of Ruby, looking at her straight in the eyes. The women had almost the same height.
“If I wanted to use my cop attitude, I wouldn’t pray you…” she took Ruby’s hands in hers and squeezed them.
“I didn’t want to trouble you showing those videos. There’s more.”
“Excuse me?” the journalist withdrew.
“Don’t think bad, nothing similar to what you’ve seen, I swear you.”
“Sorry, but I got a huge headache. Maybe now I really need your bed.”

Diana stayed at the laptop for another good hour, she watched the screen: it was almost 3AM. She closed the laptop, got up from the sofa making her way to the window, but she was distracted by a motorcycle rumble. Sticking out her eyes, she saw the driver stop and take out the helmet, to then look up, just in the woman’s direction.
The trees on the sidewalk did not offer a clear view, but she could see a very young boy, middle length hair, tied up in a tail, shaved right under. Some beard, not very tidy, and a showy scar on his left eyebrow.
This last detail was not leaving space to any doubt: it was him!
Lucas Walsh!
She thought of taking her gun first, but she was not as fast as the boy, who left again. In any case, it would not have been a good idea, considering all the alcohol she has drunk.
She could not understand why he was there, and how he could have her home address, but she decided she was going to find out soon.
Meantime, the tiresome hit her as well, so she decided to look at the material on her laptop comfortably, in her room.
She entered, trying to make as less noise as possible.
She placed her open laptop on the night table, sitting on the bed and, thanks to the screen light, she could see Ruby, sleeping on her side, with her arm completely out of the sheets. The light highlighted the woman’s hand, full of small cuts.
She touched it, trying to move her fingers, noticing some dry blood, but her investigation ended quickly: Ruby woke up and turned around suddenly, grabbing Diana’s wrist, holding it without the intention to hurt her.
“What were you going to do?”
“How did you get these cuts?”
“It’s none of your business!”
“You know, I was suffering of the same disorder when I was a kid…” Ruby grabbed Diana’s wrist stronger, but she turned the situation upside down, blocking both woman’s wrists.
“You always forget I’m the cop” her voice was almost ironic, mixed with a sarcastic smile.
Their eyes were so close.
“Since when you want it, Ruby?” she became serious all of a sudden, without distracting herself from the woman’s eyes, then she let her go.
The two were not talking anymore, their eyes were communicating instead. They stared at each other for a long time, not to lose a centimeter of each other’s features. 
Diana’s eyes became shiny and started sparkling of a new light, when Ruby moved her eyes on the woman’s lips, who smiled, moving some rebel hair behind her ear. Without a reason, they both felt completely relieved from the terrible day: now only them both existed. Ruby placed a hand behind Diana’s neck, with the explicit intention of receiving what seemed inevitable, when all stopped.
“I apologize.”
“It’s ok.” Ruby suddenly got up from the bed, with Diana’s astonishment.
“Where are you going?”
“Home. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have stayed here.”
“No, please, wait a second… Is it my fault, isn’t it?”
“You scare me. Always changing your mood.”
Ruby was aware that the woman couldn’t be emotionally stable. She experienced a tragedy, after all, but she didn’t feel to stay beside her. Even less, after all just happened. 
“Don’t go, please. I…cannot bear the silence of this place any longer…”
“Is this the reason why you tried to kiss me? To shake your loneliness? See you around, detective.”
She managed to open the bedroom door a little, but Diana was in front of her again. 
“Stay.”

3 Luke


Lucas Walsh, called Luke, was the son of the boss of Irish Mob, Aaron Walsh. Not one, but the mugwump of Irish mafia: a man who managed to climb on top with every kind of trick and without any care, not even for his family. 
He thought that the activity of the organization could and should enlarge towards illicit more profitable than the simple drugs dealing and prostitution.
Lucas was the unintentional incipit to extend the organization in a direction that could lead Aaron to enrich himself beyond all expectations. 
That night, he arrived at the Global Gas Station, near Hunts Point. He stopped his motorcycle near one of the petrol pumps and took his phone out of his pocket, checking the time.
“Shit, hurry up!”
The person he was waiting for was late, so he entered the shop of the gas station to take something to drink. 
Just then, the phone rang.
“Come out, asshole.” The call suddenly stopped. 
Going out of the shop, to the other side of the street, he could see a black Mercedes.
Lucas approached, when one of the back doors was suddenly open: a big man came out, dressed of the same car color, tugged the boy, and pushed him inside the car.
“Shit, Thompson! Teach some manners to this beast!”
The kid complained, touching his arm with a grimace of pain.
“I always told you not to call me by name, piece of shit!”
“I repeat your fucking name, instead! Thompson! Thompson! Thomp…” the guy who have previously bumped him, slapped his face, while the other man laughed, to get angry a second later.
“Thank your father and that my name is not Thompson, otherwise you would have been dead already!”
“And you can thank to be with this kind of Hulk!”
“Try to have some respect, dickhead! Now, tell me…did you place the device where I ordered you?”
Lucas watched the man with a questioning face, then he replied.
“But you didn’t say…”
“Where the fuck did you place it?!?”
“Well, I…in the car…among the compressors of the air conditioning…”
“You’re a real asshole! Why did I fucking give you her address, what do you think?”
“But I could not get in, and…”
“You didn’t have to get in! Hiding it in the area would have been enough. Pray that all runs smoothly, or I will make you come to a bad end!”
Lucas was grinding his teeth, and his closed fists seemed willing to find the face of his interlocutor. But he could not make it. The bodyguard would have immediately broken him in pieces.
“Now get out and keep me informed.” The man with the fake name threw the kid out of the car, making him fall to the ground in a bad way, then made a sign to the driver for leaving. 
Lucas stayed on the ground for a moment, crying and punching the concrete. It was impressive and at the same time pitiful, that such a wild kid could hide an open childish side. 
“Fuck, fuck! I should never have…never…!”
The fall made his phone go out of his jeans’ pocket, he noticed that after a little bit and checked that it was still working, then he waited for a moment, and clicking on the menu he entered the photo gallery, scrolling to some images that portrayed him, while he was in tender attitudes with a girl. That girl was Noa, Diana’s daughter.
“It’s too late…if only I could go back…”
He watched them for a while, then selected them all and, with his trembling thumb, he pressed the button “delete”. That action was putting an end to his moment of weakness, a moment he had to push away, because the night was not over, and he still had to finish “working”. Also, he didn’t want to remember. Not in that moment. He got up swaying, then he opened the bag on the back of his motorcycle, taking out some small bags of cocaine, some other with marijuana. From one of these last he took the right quantity for rolling a joint: he needed to smoke. 
After a couple of mouthfuls, he took again the phone, searching for his father’s number, but it was ringing without reply.
He tried again and this time his dad picked up.
“What now, Luke?” he hated being called in that way. His name was Lucas. Lucas was the name his mother chose. It was all that was left of her. 
“I just met Thompson…”
“I know. He told me. He also told me that you haven’t been so good. Anyway, Luke…don’t think you can come home until you don’t put an end to this story.” 
“Fuck, dad…”
“I don’t want anyone, and again, anyone of those who have seen everything, sending my work to hell. Do what you must and make a good work. Tomorrow is the last useful day. I won’t repeat it again.”
Lucas wanted to counter, but the phone call was interrupted before he could do it, so, as if he was crazy, he put together a conversation with his father in the middle of the street, keeping the phone on his ear and screaming.
“I don’t do anything else than living with the constant fear of failure! And I fail, dad! I always fail! You taught me nothing! Only to obtain things you want doing bad actions! Even at the cost of taking lives! That the existence doesn’t count! The only things that matter are the respect towards who’s above you and the money! Fuck! Fuck! Even mom…mom was different…I wanted to be like her…and instead…”
The phone ringtone brought Lucas back to reality: it was Thompson.
He thought they had nothing to talk about any longer.
“You must fix Liam. Tonight.”
“But dad said…”
“He said. But there’s no time. Tell me if you need someone for this.”
“No, I can handle it on my own. As always.”
“Good.”
Lucas jumped on his Harley. He gave so much gas that seemed like a thunder. His tormented thoughts were running faster than his motorcycle.
4 Lucas


It was already 5AM when Lucas arrived in the area where Liam lived.
The kid was living with his maternal grandparents in Williamsburg, in a popular building near the rich buildings on the river. Even though their lives and their money were different, Lucas considered Liam his best friend. No, his only friend. He had no other.
Their friendship was born when Lucas, for the third time, was repeating the third year of High School, ending up in Liam’s classroom. The passion for motorcycles and races, immediately united them, with the difference that Liam didn’t own a motorcycle, since he was only 16 y/o and his grandparents could only afford the necessary for him. Going on with their friendship, Lucas found out that Liam’s parents were dead: his father had murdered his mother for jealousy and subsequently committed suicide, when Liam was very small. The hatred Liam was feeling for his dad was the same Lucas felt for Aaron: with the difference that Lucas’ dad was still alive. Moreover, Lucas didn’t like school, and even if everybody knew he was coming from a millionaire family, this was not making his school life easy: often he was caught up dealing in the corridors, even in front of teachers. They said he was a difficult kid, because he has lost his mother some years before, in unknown circumstances. Even this was bringing he and Liam together. Somebody was suspecting he had even killed his mother, since he was a stupid. All of this was making the boy suffer, and he rarely went to school, but he couldn’t make any friend the few times he tried to go. Liam was the exception. The only one that, instead of judging him when he was skipping the most difficult classes, skipped them with him as well. When Lucas one day arrived at school with a new motorcycle, all people thought it was a whim fulfilled by his millionaire dad, but it was a gift for his best friend, instead. So, besides the voices depicting him as a matricide, the voices he was a homosexual followed, because “a friend could never make you a gift like that”; nobody knew that Lucas found a brother in Liam. Younger, and a little fragile. Both, for different reasons, could not count on a parental figure, and this was making him feel so bounded to Liam in such an unhealthy way. He wanted to bring him everywhere, even the damn day that changed not only their destinies, but Noa’s as well.
Being there in that moment was making him sick, but he could not avoid it.
He parked the motorcycle in the last slice of darkness left of the night, then he started walking back and forth like a wild beast prisoner in a zoo, trying to think of a way to escape, even if there was none.
He was sweating, despite the autumnal temperature was all but warm.
He looked around, as if someone could discover what was in his mind, and in the end he decided.
He made Liam’s phone ring: two rings, a pause, and again two rings. It was their secret code to communicate an urgency. 
Liam replied in the same way, and after some minutes reached his friend on the street.
“What are you doing here? How did it go with “her””?
“Forget about it. Listen, you have to leave.”
“What? Where should I go?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you have relatives, somewhere?”
“You said everything was going to be ok, Lucas! You promised me!”
“I know, but you’re the only one left…”
“Shit! Shit!”
“I…cannot make any exception…the only way to avoid killing you is to tell my father that I didn’t find you, but you have to leave…”
“I have no money! And I can’t ask my family! They would question me…”
“Sell the moto.”
“What?”
“Sell it. Better, I will sell it to a guy I know. Then I will give you some money, but that piece of shit of my father won’t give me a cent until he doesn’t know I completed my work with you. He won’t drop anything in any case when he will know that I didn’t kill you.”
“I’m scared, Lucas…”
“I know.”
Liam jumped in Lucas’ arms, who was surprised by so much tenderness, returning the hug as well.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A PERFECT LIE: Chap. 1 (ENGLISH VERSION)

WARNING! This story is for adult readers. It includes violence, delicate themes, sex and drugs. Each reference to real people or facts is purely random. The photos of the actresses are related to the virtual cast of the characters, used only for making the story more appealing.

VIDEO PROMO:

Shadows on skyscrapers

1
Our life


Her ability to amaze me was incredible. I knew that coming back home every night, she wasn’t going to be there. 
Obviously, I am sarcastic.
She was almost never there.
So, I came in. I checked that she wasn’t home, and I went out again. So, I was not going to think about anything.
But walking along Manhattan’s desolated alleys was making me even more thoughtful.
I risked being robbed several times. For a woman walking alone, robbery is the least, after all.
Rarely, like tonight, I found her waiting for me: naked in bed, under fresh sheets and with my pillow in her arms.
“Where have you been?” I hate that ironic and challenging tone, almost annoying, while she’s adding a sly and irresistible smile.
“And you?” I don’t get an answer.
It’s one of those moments she’s not even letting me undress by myself, I find her in front of me, with the white sheet wrapped around her body, on the line of her breasts, contrasting with her black hair, to watch her dropping it on the floor a second later.
“So? Should I undress you, Ruby?”
Her arms around my neck and her dark eyes looking at my lips, are softening my defenses. However, she doesn’t deserve my attentions.
“You can’t do that all the time…what perfume is this? It’s not yours.” I know her smell, and what she’s used to wear to be even more desirable.
“Would you stop questioning me? Enjoy the moment…” She’s trying to kiss me, I can feel her soft hair on my chest. I’m almost falling for it when I decide to test her.
“You smell like a man, Diana. You stink like one of those pigs you work for, just to say.” It isn’t true: I’m lying, but she doesn’t know it.
Her arms are now leaving me. So, the warmth of her breathe. Then, a quick pain on my cheek.
I try not to lose my control, when I strongly grab her wrist, her hand that just slapped me.
“Let me go, Ruby! I shouldn’t have come home tonight. I didn’t come here to get humiliated by you again!”
“Humiliating you? Me? You’re kidding me, right?”
“If you don’t like what I am, we can end it here!”
“I don’t like what you have become, it’s different!”
“I was always like this.”
“Don’t say bullshits, you know you’re saying a pile of bullshits!”
“I always had a tendency for addictions…if it wasn’t like this, I could not have stayed with you.”
“Easy to turn it against me!”
“Why? Do you want to convince me that it’s not like that?”
She thinks she’s addicted to me…she thinks that! Her! Do you understand?
I cherish such a beautiful memory of our first date, that my breath breaks when I think about it, but at the same time I feel anger and nausea, as if my love for her has drained all I had from me, when I realized I loved her.
She doesn’t speak anymore.
She wears my shirt, that I left on a chair last night, and buttons it only in the middle. But it is when I see her lifting her long hair, that I understand what she is about to do.
“Diana…please…”
“Why not? I have nothing to do here anymore.”
She walks to the bed, sitting on it, and opens the drawer of the night table.
She is taking it…she is taking that shit out…!
If I only try to get close to her and drop that shit to the floor, I already know that it would all end in crap. We arrived at the point of violence.
So, I watch her…watch that thing that rises from her nose to her brain, and that is taking her away from me…
2
Two years before oblivion


“What do we have here?”
“Firearm murder, detective” from his tone, the cop didn’t seem so sure. 
“Get off and let me see!”
The boy on the ground had a bullet hole in his chest, but some white lather mixed with blood on his mouth’s sides.
“Firearm, huhn?”
“Detective, I…”
The discussion was interrupted by a car, stopping there.
“Who informed the press?”
“I don’t…”
“Sure, you don’t know anything.”
A woman got off the car, she was very attractive, tall, with long hair. On her forties, but she looked younger.
Dressed in leather, with an open coat and a white shirt that didn’t leave space to imagination.
Behind her, there were a couple of photographers.
“Ruby Evans, my pleasure” the woman shook her hand to the detective, who however did not reply with the same courtesy.
“Diana Bitton. And I can assure you that it’s not a pleasure. Here we have a dead boy, he was just 15.”
“Could you tell me something more about this boy?”
“What can I say? Without ID, as the three others before him.”
Diana closed the zip of the cloth containing the dead body, then she waved to one of the cops, as a sign that he could take it away.
“Poor kid…can you imagine the cause of death?”
“Do you think I am a pathologist or a coroner? What seems clear, for now, is that the firearm hole is only an expedient.”
“What exactly do you mean?”
Diana got irritated by the question, getting in front of the journalist, at a few centimeters from her face.
“Listen to me carefully, Miss Evans, this is your chance to get a scoop and climb a step towards a glorious career, but for me this is very different! Now, please get off!” She tried to get away hitting the other with her shoulder, but Ruby grabbed her arm.
For a second, Diana was breathless: it was a firm but soft touch, at the same time.
“I warn you, take your hands off me! Do you know that I could place a bullet in one of your vital spots?”
Ruby let go, she was amused and fascinated at the same time, then she took a business card from her bag.
“Call me when you’re more reasonable. I know you will.”
Diana was very surprised by Ruby’s calm reaction, despite her rough tones, so she got the card with arrogance, almost ripping it off the journalist’s hand, and she walked away quickly.

The next morning, Ruby entered her office very early. She was the first, so she could dedicate part of her time to something she couldn’t take out of her head: Diana’s reaction, totally weird and out of place. It takes very little for a journalist to light the fire of curiosity, but Ruby could feel that behind it there was more, much more than the annoyance of a cop towards her category. The intention was to search information about Diana: a detective should be used to this kind of things, no? Why didn’t it seem like that? She started to search in the archive, all the articles she could find about the murders of last years, but everything was normal, apart from one thing: the homicides linked to kids have all been assigned to Diana. Not satisfied, she decided to search only her last name: “Bitton”.
What she found froze her blood, but she could not think clearly, because her phone started ringing: it was a number not saved in the phone list. 
“Hello?”
“Miss Evans? This is Diana…Diana Bitton.”
Ruby didn’t think Diana could call her, she believed it was a vain attempt, but she also was feeling very far from the reason why she left her number to the detective.
“Good morning, Miss Bitton, how can I…”
“Can we see each other?” she cut short.
“Well, I…”
“I’ll wait for you outside of the office at 8PM” the call ended. 

3
Awakening in abandonment


“What is this mess…? Damn…” I thought I set the alarm clock at 8AM, but it was ringing earlier. The technology and I don’t understand each other, sometimes.
I take the phone and I set again the alarm, putting it in silence mode, then I throw it on the night table.
I’m feeling totally stoned. I fell asleep crying, with Diana next to me, completely high…but…
“Diana…? Fuck! Fuck!”
She left. She waited that I was asleep to go out.
“Damn stupid!”
I am tired feeling helpless, and I am tired of letting her do what she wants. I am tired to reject her because I’m disgusted by what she does and with who. I want to go out and search for her, but I’m also phisically tired.
I am always late at work, if I wasn’t delivering my articles barely in time, I would have been fired a long time ago. I’m eating mostly crackers and yogurt, the only edible food that I’m able to find in the vending machine under my building. I have no time and will to cook my food. I don’t even remember the last time I cooked something, not even when Diana did. In the kitchen there is nothing out of place, and the dishes are full of dust.
This apartment is very different compared to the day we rent it. It was clean and fresh. Not only because we were used to clean it perfectly. It was a mirror of what we were and of what we have lost with time.
It was full of light, and each corner spoke of us and our love. Now the shutters are always lowered, a hostile twilight comes in, nothing romantic; the air is heavy, only changed when we lay the clothes to dry. Sun is not coming in from the windows, and in our lives.
Making this trip back in time, to what we were, doesn’t help in getting up and going searching for her. There are still some hours, after all, so I decide to close my eyes and rest as much as could allow me to go to work lucid enough. But sleep is gone, I’m only feeling that tiredness that doesn’t allow me to sleep.
I notice my phone flashing with the corner of my eye, and it seems her name is blinking on the display.
First, she goes away and then calls? Die!
Fuck! Even if the phone is not ringing, that continuous flash is bothering me, so I decide to pick up.
“What do you want?”
“Love, I had an accident.”
Since when she restarted calling me “love”, exactly? I didn’t think drugs made people sour or sweet in the blink of an eye.
An accident…should I really believe it?
“Please…I don’t even know where I am…”
“Send me your position…fuck, Diana!”
And now she starts crying like a fountain and I am not able to understand anything of what she says, between sobs and her voice mixed with alcohol.
I perfectly know by now each phase of this delirium.
“Diana, do you remember how to send me your position through the gps? Do you remember when we met the first time, and we couldn’t find each other?”
“Y-y-y-es, I remember…”
“Ok, good girl. Now put the speakerphone, so you can free your hands.”
Luckily, she calms down and sends me her damn position.
Let’s see…Central Park!
Ok, thought worse than that!
“Did you get it?”
“Yes. Don’t move, I’m coming.”
4
Secrets


Ruby went out of the office at 7.30PM, it was raining and she didn’t absolutely want to be late.
Diana had been hermetic and hurried on the phone, so she thought that such kind of woman was optimizing time, it was definitely the case of going out earlier.
She placed the handle of the umbrella under her arm, in a way that she could take out a hand mirror and check that make up and hair were ok, then she sprayed some perfume on the neck’s sides and on her wrists, finally she took her phone to spend the time before the meeting.
She thought of waiting near the building, so she could be easily found, but something didn’t go in the way planned, since at 8PM Diana had not arrived yet, and her phone started ringing.
“May I know where you are located?” she asked, annoyed.
“Exactly out of the building, in front of the entrance.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, may I know in which place you are? Please send me your position.”
“Ok…”
Ruby burst out laughing.
“Detective Bitton, I work for the New York Times, you have taken a completely wrong road!”
“Shit..! I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t worry, I will wait here, unfortunately my car is broken, otherwise I’d have reached you.”
“But with this weather, you could…” Ruby anticipated her and cut short.
“I don’t really like waiting alone in pubs and shops, I prefer staying here. I’ll be waiting.”

Diana arrived with her Ford near the Times building, then she parked.
The thick rain and the wipers didn’t allow a clear view, and while she was trying to spot Ruby, she heard someone knocking at the passenger’s window: it was her.
Diana waved at Ruby to get in the car, and she quickly closed her umbrella and got in. Despite the long waiting and the crappy weather, the journalist smiled at her.
“In the end, we made it!”
“Yes, I’m so sorry…my head is somewhere else, it was not my intention to have you waiting so long…”
“No problem, now I’m here, all for you! What did you want to talk about?”
“Well, I…”
Diana looked embarrassed for Ruby’s sentence, and the fresh perfume and the woman’s blue eyes distracted her for some moments, then she regained her focus and looked at her with a gently questioning glance.
“Do you want…” she immediately corrected herself “…Would you like to eat something?”

The fast-food Diana took Ruby was very far from the Times offices. It was a place full of teenagers, who were paying, waiting their turn, and then eating with hunger.
Ruby couldn’t help but notice that Diana was looking at them interested.
“Why are we here, exactly? Maybe this is the moment to speak about it.”
“I’m investigating in this area. The kid we have found dead the other day had a receipt coming from this place in his pocket, and some dollars.”
“Has the autopsy been done?”
“Yes, but there was no trace of food in his stomach, and he was found one hour after going out of here.”
“So, he has taken food away.”
“Exactly.”
“Probably it was not even for him…”
“Most probably. Even because there was nothing in the surroundings. I think he was taken to the place he has been found and he didn’t go there on his feet.”
Diana seemed really worried, beyond the simple investigation work, and Ruby could feel it.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Ok…” the woman was nipping a hamburger.
“What is troubling you, for real? Don’t tell me it’s because there are kids involved. You always witness such cases, even worse than that, crueler. You’re used to…I believe, please correct me if I’m wrong, that you might be personally involved in this case…”
The last sentence made Diana losing her control, she could not swallow, since the bite got stuck in her windpipe, preventing her to breathe: Ruby, realizing the severity of the whole situation, jumped towards the woman and started making the Heimlich maneuver, until she made her spitting the piece of food.
“Diana, are you ok?”
“Yes…now yes…I’m…I’m okay…”
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, the woman tightened Ruby.
“Take me away from here…”

After setting the navigator, she placed herself in the driver’s seat in Diana’s car, who was asleep for most part of the ride, with her head against the window. Now she looked extremely fragile, and she was sure the woman was weak for real: she couldn’t see her as the know-it-all and grouchy cop of their first meeting.
She wanted to talk to her, understand what happened, some terrible thing that was making her feel so bad, deepen what she knew about her, something she still was not aware of.
Her research had given only one vague result, that was not satisfying her enough. She knew that the core of what she was searching for had been expertly and deliberately hidden by the police.
Those thoughts were soon replaced by a feeling of tenderness, when she briefly glanced Diana’s face, who was now deeply asleep. She wasn’t feeling as Ruby Evans anymore, the journalist always chasing the truth, but only as a woman absorbed by another human’s anxiety.

The navigator warned that they have arrived at destination, Diana’s house, and Ruby tried to park the car gently.
“Diana? Diana, please, wake up…” she shook her shoulder lightly.
The woman saw Ruby sitting in the driver’s place and she could not understand for a second, then rationalized the situation.
“Fuck…”
“Ok, I think I have only to call a taxi now…let’s talk tomorrow!” she smiled.
“No…no. It’ so late. We are very far from your office, they will drain your money for nothing. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to work.”
“It’s not the case of bothering you.”
“No problem, come in.”

Diana’s apartment was humble but cozy. What was standing out, above all, were the several bookshelves in different places and the dim lights coming from some wall lamps, that seemed hiding the surroundings.
Ruby noticed that some frames were placed upside down and the living room was messy but in a “tidy” way: on the couch there were some clothes badly folded, but surely clean, on the small table beside there was a glass half-full of wine and a notebook with many printed sheets on top.
“I’m very sorry for the mess, really. I didn’t think I had guests.” She smiled with bitterness.
Diana was cleaning the couch, and Ruby went closer to help her, noticing that some clothes surely could not belong to the woman.
“I’m taking these.” Diana rushed, almost running towards one of the bedrooms with the door almost closed, to suddenly freeze and make her way towards her bedroom. Ruby noticed that immediately, but preferred not testing the ground, for the moment.
“Well…it seems clear to me that I’m not welcome here, despite your invitation.”
Diana turned to Ruby with the clothes still in her hands.
“You could even stop with all these compliments and be less formal.”
“Then tell me what happened to you!”
“Why, don’t you know? You surely did your research, am I wrong?”
“Are you kidding me? What do you think I could find?”
“Even too much!” Diana lightly pushed Ruby, turning on her back, but couldn’t go too far because the woman knocked against the bedroom door, opening it.
What appeared in front of her was clearly a teenager room.
“Who’s living with you? Or better, lived?”
Diana dropped the clothes on the floor, unwilling, then she put her hands on her face: she was crying silently. She didn’t want to look weak to who, in the end, was only a stranger.
“My Noa…”
“So, she was the first victim found near Central Park…she was your daughter…”

TO BE CONTINUED…