The other day when I saw Steven Frey, I once again had to go back to things that I talked about on this blog four or more years ago, when it could have done people more good to have acted then. So much of what I have to do is duplicative...because of the danger that this situation presents to an innocent victim of this crime. With a police department or two (Cathedral City too) that continues to take calls from an anonymous woman that never seems to show up...why is it that I have to keep explaining myself?
Well, the answer is simple. When you run into another victim of this horrible situation, like Steven and you see that more than half of the information that you have heard from Laurie and her friends has been bullshit, then you have the obligation to do all of the things that should have been done from the beginning. I have to assure someone like Steven that although I was an informant against him, I was actually trying to free him from Laurie's grip. I have to assure him that my actions were based on self preservation. I have to assure him that there is plenty of evidence of foul play. Then I have to inform him about the steps that the PSPD took to keep him from finding out about what he should have known about years ago.
Nobody seems to understand that I have to do everything about ten times before it gets to where it needs to go. Sgt. Anderson should have been talked to by my attorneys a long time ago...and he should have been told that I have been stalked and tortured forever...this whole thing predicates on the chilling effect that the police, in Villegas and Dougherty and that restraining order had on my life. Still does. Who knows where we are with all this...Laurie and my team...but nobody else. Isn't that kind of duplicative to all of you? Twice the work.
I do all of the best research...I do. I'm the one still sticking his neck out and talking to Steven Frey in person and letting him know that whatever Laurie has told him, I'm still the person I always was...and I'm the one that got through to him. Not the police, not my team and not Laurie...me. Still sticking my neck way out there...for people that haven't stuck their necks out one bit for me. It's a ton of pressure on me in a situation that finds Jonathan Mendenhall hiding for his life...too dangerous to be seen in public, but not too dangerous for me to be living this close to the two people that have tried to kill me for the better part of 27 years. Does that make any sense to any of you? This was my investigation...I'm the one that stuck my neck out with Christopher...not any of you...think about how duplicative and reductive that is for someone that lose everything and spent every dime he could on this investigation.
There is way too much secrecy still...and it isn't getting the job done. It's a stall. I don't like to stall justice...I like to see justice doled out the way it was intended. Living in fear isn't healthy for Christopher, Jonathan or any of us. Stop fucking around and get honest.
I've been handcuffed by my own team for so long that it's unbelievable that people that care about me could do this...six years without even seeing Christopher and after seeing Steven Frey, who the hell even knows where he is? I don't know if he's in New York, California or somewhere in between...it's like the usual Laurie feeling...the other shoe is going to drop and I'm going to have to be furious with Sgt. Anderson and my fucking team. Why would any of you experiment with me this way?
