I see now that’s not going to happen. I got a letter from the State government a few months back, telling me I was officially banned from writing any more letters to Snow while she’s in prison, and since I haven’t heard from her I take it she’s also banned from writing to me.

I’m annoyed, mostly because I believe that Snow had something to do with the disappearance of her sister, Agnes Moore, and now I’ve lost my chance to trip her up on that point.

At least one of my contacts in the New South Wales police force agrees that Snow knows more than she’s saying. Cops, though, spend too many years watching tricky lawyers get dodgy people off the hook, and for them it’s all about getting enough evidence to prove it in a court of law.

Evidence that’s legally admissible tends not to be as important to reporters. For us, it’s all about what makes sense – and what makes sense, at least to me, is that Snow Delaney needs to stay behind bars.

Mr Jack Fawcett

c/o The Sunday Times

Sydney, NSW, 2000

Dear Mr Fawcett,

You don’t know me, although you seem to think you do.

My name is Snow Delaney. That’s right, I’m the real Snow Delaney – the one who is actually not like the person you write about in your newspaper.

I’ve been reading your articles and I want you to know that you’ve got key facts wrong.

Like most reporters I don’t suppose you care what the facts are, and you’re probably so biased against me it doesn’t even matter what I say, but if you’re ever interested in finding out the truth you should get in touch. I don’t expect to hear from you, though, because no journalist I’ve ever met has been interested in facts, only in sensationalism.

Yours sincerely,

Snow Delaney

Silverwater Prison

Dear Ms Delaney,

Thank you for your letter. I’m sorry that you think I have made mistakes in my articles about you. Please write back to tell me where I’ve gone wrong so I can, if necessary, issue a correction.

Yours sincerely,

Jack Fawcett

Journalist

The Sunday Times

Dear Mr Fawcett,

So, you decided to write back to me! I’m surprised because most of the journalists I’ve written to don’t bother to reply.

You asked me what mistakes you’ve made. Where do you want me to start? For example, you wrote in The Sunday Times that nobody knows how I got the name Snow.

I’m sorry, but that’s ridiculous – everyone knows how I got the name Snow.

You seem to think that I know stuff that I actually know nothing about. Like, you said I must have had something to do with my sister Agnes going missing, and that’s complete rubbish. Why should I know anything about what happened to Agnes? I wasn’t even there when she wandered off.

All in all, Jack, you’ve put yourself up like you’re some kind of expert on me, but actually you don’t know me and maybe you even owe me an apology.