Chapter Two: Stefana's Secret
"Steffi, are you all right?"
Farah Young, Diablo's video artist paused in where she had been idly sketching
a storyboard, casting her friend a quizzical look. "You've been damn quiet
since you and the others got back from Europe...is something bothering you?"
"Huh?" Stefana glanced up from her magazine, looking startled. "You say
something, Farah?"
"She's been on planet Italy since we got to Rome." Farah's twin sister
Marissa put in from her corner, amused. "You should have seen her there, Farah.
I think she was even, well, nice to a few people out there."
"Oh, shut up." Stefana pulled a graphic face. "Don't tease me, all right?
So I liked Italy...so what?"
"Well, I guess that's natural." Farah pursed her lips. She waved her pencil
at her friend. "You know, the older you get, the more like your Dad you
look. And he was born out there, wasn't he? Or am I remembering wrong?"
"At least someone doesn't think it's crazy." Stefana rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, he was, Farah. And I wish I had been, too."
She sighed. "This sounds insane, I know, but I never felt as much at home
anywhere in my life as I did when we landed in Rome."
"I guess I know how you feel, in a way." Farah stretched out on her stomach.
"I felt kinda the same way when Aunt Kaori and I got to Japan and I saw
Tokyo and Yokohama for the first time. It's another world, but I loved that
world so much. It was amazing."
"Well, I know for a fact there's no Japanese in our heritage, Farah." Marissa
looked amused. "So you'll have to put that down to the artist's temperament
or something, I guess. I'm quite happy in America, if it's the same to the
both of you. I love travelling, but this is home."
"Well, it's home to me too." Farah shrugged. "I guess I just liked being
somewhere exotic and different for a while."
Stefana was silent for a moment, then she got to her feet, shutting the
door of the sitting room with a click.
"I want to talk to you guys, actually." She said quietly. "It has nothing
to do with Italy...but I need some advice."
"Advice?" Marissa's eyes widened. "What kind of advice?"
"Are you in some kind of trouble, Steffi?" Farah added. Stefana shook
her head.
"No. I don't think so." She replied with a sigh, dropping onto the couch.
"In fact, on that subject, I've been better than I've been in a long time.
When we were on tour I think I let down the tires on one dude's car, once,
and that was because he was being a jerk-off about letting us play our set
on time. But no. This...is something big. And it's bothering me. A lot."
"Can you tell us what it is?" Marissa asked gently. "You know that you
can trust Farah and me, Stef."
"Yes, I know I can." Stefana nodded. "In some ways you're practically
my family. But I don't think I can...well...explain all too well. It's just..."
She faltered, then, "If you have a really big secret, and telling it could
hurt someone, but not telling it could hurt you...what do you do?"
"Secret?" Farah stared. "Steffi..."
"No, Farah, I mean a big secret. Not your little lovefest in Japan." Stefana
shook her head. "Something else."
"Lovefest?" Marissa raised an eyebrow, and Farah groaned.
"Not now, Mari...Stef, you swore you'd keep your mouth shut." She said
wearily.
"You guys have a secret from me?" Marissa looked hurt.
"For God's sake, Mari, this is more important right now!" Stefana exclaimed.
"If we don't know what the secret is, Steffi, we can't really advise you."
Farah spread her hands. "I mean, when you say someone will get hurt - is
it someone here? Someone you're close to...or not? And hurt in what sense?
Physically? Psychologically? Some other way?"
"I told you. I'm not sure if I can explain." Stefana grimaced. "Truth is,
telling it could also wind me in trouble, too. But...it might be too late
and I might have already told it...it just depends which telling he believes."
"Steffi, promise me you're sober, because right now you don't sound like
it." Marissa put her hands on her hips. Stefana let out an exasperated exclamation.
"Oh, dammit! I'm not stoned! I'm trying to explain without, well, explaining."
"Then start at the beginning and tell us what you can tell us." Farah suggested.
"If anything."
"Okay." Stefana twisted her hands together. "A couple of years ago I found
something out about someone. I forget how I found out...a lot of things
are kinda hazy from back then, but I was certain of what I saw and I told...someone
what it was. We...tried to do something about it, because he offered me
money to, and I needed it. But it didn't work, and he didn't believe me
any more. It was fine, and everything went quiet...but now he believes in
it again and even though I told him I made it up, I don't know if he believed
me."
"Well, that made a whole lot more sense." Farah pulled a face. "Thanks."
"No, wait. I think it did." Marissa looked thoughtful. "Is this to do
with Rory wanting to see you yesterday?"
Stefana flushed.
"Yes."
"Then this is about one of the little errands Rory paid you for, when you
needed drug money?"
"Yes."
"Which probably means that the people who could get hurt are Jewel. Yes?"
"No." Stefana faltered, then, "Maybe. I don't know."
"And you could get hurt...how?"
Stefana was silent for a moment, then she shook her head.
"I don't want to call her bluff right at the moment." She said darkly.
"I'm lost. Very lost. Lost and looking for a map store." Farah put up her
hands. "Say what?"
"When Stef was using amphetamine, Rory paid her to do little off the record
errands to annoy the competition." Marissa explained. "She needed the money,
and we had no idea about it till everything else came out before Copper's
wedding last March. Luca put a stop to it, and Stef's not done anything
since by choice, but Rory's a slippery customer."
"Too true." Stefana drummed her fingers on the arm of the sofa. "Look,
if I tell you...some of it, you have to promise me that you won't say anything,
on pain of death."
"Is this the same kind of promise that you made me when I told you about
Japan?" Farah raised an eyebrow.
"No, this is a life or death promise." Stefana shook her head. "And besides,
I haven't said anything to anyone about that. Mari's your sister...I figured
you'd told her by now."
"Nobody tells me anything." Marissa protested.
"Well, okay. I guess I promise." Farah shrugged. "Mari?"
"Is this breaking any laws, Steffi?"
"Not as far as I know."
"Then I promise."
"Okay." Stefana paused, then, "I know where Jerrica's computer is."
"What computer?" Farah looked confused. Marissa blanched.
"Synergy? The one in the press? The one that blew up the Memorial...the
one we were talking about last night?" She asked. Stefana nodded.
"Yes. That one."
"Sounds like a fun machine." Farah dimpled. "So?"
"So do you never read the press, Farah?"
"No, not usually. Not when I'm working on a video concept." Farah shook
her head. "Besides, I've been in Japan till last month. I probably missed
a few things."
"Well, this computer is some kind of holographic wonder machine, according
to the papers." Marissa looked troubled. "There's a big reward out in the
Tribune for anyone with information on it. And I'll bet that's what Rory's
interested in...isn't he, Stef?"
"You know him too well. Of course." Stefana nodded. "He tried to sell
it to me by saying it'd go into Diablo promotion."
"Are you going to tell us where it is?"
"No, I'm not." Stefana replied darkly. "Look. One thing I do know is that
nobody - and I do mean nobody - should get their mitts on that thing. Especially
not a power-mad fool like Rory. So long as you leave it alone, it won't hurt
you. But upset it..."
She shook her head. "I've been threatened by it once before. I don't want
to be so again."
"If it's so dangerous, why not speak to the FBI?" Farah asked. "They're
looking too, you know. And it'd get taken care of."
"Yeah, and law enforcement are probably the worst people on the planet
to have possession of something like this." Stefana said bitterly. "They'd
dismantle it, then build a zillion more, and trust me, one is more than enough."
"Do you think Rory will find it?"
"I don't know. I told him everything I said back when I first found it
was made up because I needed drug money and he seemed to buy it. We tried
to give it a virus but it failed - I don't know how, exactly - and he lost
faith in my word then."
"So what are you worried about?"
"If he gets an idea fixed in his head, God knows what he'll do about it."
Stefana glanced at her hands. "And I have absolutely no intention of telling
him anything about it, you guys. Not now and not ever. And you mustn't either.
But if he finds out I've doublecrossed him..."
She faltered.
"I don't know what he might do to me, but I expect it will involve the
press and a headline about Stefana and amphetamine." She said quietly. "So
it bothers me."
"Does anyone else know where this thing is? Presumably people must be shielding
it." Farah observed. Stefana shrugged.
"A few people know about it." She agreed evasively.
"Aaron, perhaps?" Marissa asked.
"Don't ask me questions I'm not going to answer." Stefana shook her head.
"Just people."
"Can you not speak to any of them about it?"
"I'm thinking I might have to." Stefana rubbed her temples. "Twenty four
hours back in Los Angeles and I already feel in need of therapy again. God,
this city is so bad for me!"
"Maybe it's not a bad idea, speaking to your therapist about it." Farah
suggested.
"Therapist?"
"Aaron's friend. The one who's counselled you since you quit speed." Marissa
nodded. "Though I admit they might find the whole thing a bit farfetched."
"Wait a minute..." Light dawned in Stefana's green eyes. "You might be
right. Talking to...to her often clears my head."
"And if she thinks you're crazy, well, that's why she's counselling you."
Farah giggled. "She'll probably give you better advice than we can, Stef.
She's trained in these things."
"Well, you might be right." Stefana got to her feet. "I think I'll go
give her a call. Thanks, guys. And remember...not a word."
With that she was gone, leaving the twins exchanging looks with each other.
"Do we think she's right, or has she finally lost it?" Farah asked. Marissa
shrugged.
"I don't know." She admitted. "But I have this fleeting memory of her claiming
to have seen something...bizarre, once. I thought she was just stoned, but
maybe she wasn't. Maybe she does know something. Either way, she believes
she does. And passing her on to the therapist was a good idea."
"Right." Farah nodded. "Europe seems to have done Stef good, but when
I met up with you guys in Hartford she was still a little close to the wire
on occasion. If this is real, well, the counsellor will know what she should
do. And if it's not..."
"Do you reckon she could have hallucinated a memory based on drugs she
took in the past?" Marissa sounded anxious. "I know she's off them, but who
knows what long term damage they do."
"She seemed pretty certain of it, but it might be she thinks she knows
something and actually doesn't." Farah said sensibly. "I can't see what Steffi
would have enough in common with that Jerrica woman that she'd know something
the whole of Los Angeles doesn't."
"Unless it's to do with Aaron."
"But didn't you tell me he works for yet another company again? Seems
unlikely."
"True." Marissa shrugged. "Oh well. At least we've helped her talk it out
and she's gone to seek help on it. If she is getting delusional, hopefully
it'll be nipped in the bud right at the start. She went through a lot of
stuff and Rory hasn't always been nice to her. I suppose we should just keep
an eye on her and make sure she doesn't over-stress now she's back in the
city."
She folded her arms, shuffling back in her seat. "And now we're decided
on that, Farah, I think it's time you told me exactly what it was that made
you leave Japan."
Chapter One: At The Funeral
Chapter Two: Stefana's Secret
Chapter Three: Nancy's Studio
Chapter Four: An Old Rivalry
Chapter Five: An Act Of Pique
Chapter Six: Darren Moves In
Chapter Seven: Daisy's Ghost
Chapter Eight: An Unlikely Team
Chapter Nine: Scheming
Chapter Ten: The Synergy Ruse
Chapter Eleven: A Legacy Reborn
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