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Dakota

Deaths Handmaiden

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Date: Jul 10, 2007

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The Parker's have traced family lines back to Salem. After the death of the matriarch of their family, Grama Dusila Parker passed away, something turned up in her belongings. Old paper work dated late 1692. Apparently the family was related to Mary and Alice Parker, two women accused, condemned and hung at the Salem Witch Trails. Before being arrested by the church, the Parker women hid away a chest of family heirlooms, diary's and money they believed the state would confiscate it if found in their home. What all was in the small metal box was not listed in great detail. Only that money, some jewelry and the Parker Sisters private journal's or diary's were inside. Of Course Granny was not a believer in treasure hunts, or any thing foolish and improper. But her son Ethan and Daughter-In-Law Beca were all for hiring a PI to go to Salem and dig around for what the greedy little murder's saw as rightfully theirs. One rainy summer day in Boston these two snot noses high society brats walked in Dakota's office. She had a reputation for helping out the local Police department, and was a known "animator" What they saw were dollar signs. If any thing else they could sell off any thing found to some museum or collector and cash in on their dangerous little venture. For over an hour Ethan and Beca Parker worked to convince Kota to take the job and when they left, she had. Money was money and every one needed it to survive. 10 grand in her account for travel, & expenses, with another 10 promised when the job was completed, weather she found the treasure or not, Pluse the exspence of any Zombie raiseing she had to do. This one job could pay off big and give her some time to take that vacation she had been trying to fit in for two years..... Just another pay day right? Salem really was not all that far a drive from Boston, Still Dakota could not see reason for driving back and forth from Salem to South Boston every day when it would be easier to do her job there. Packing, something nagged at the back of her mind about Poor old Granny Parker and her greedy little snipts of children. They seemed far to eager to cash in on any and every thing they good as quickly as possible. Even offering a hefty bonus if she could finish the job hastfully. A shake of her head pushed all that away long enough to finish getting every thing she would need packed in to the three suit cases before she sate down and made a few phone calls. The first being to the Parkers, confirming the diposit in to her account and to inform the pair of brats she would be leaving in a few hours and they could only reach her by cell till she returned. The second was to Detective Alister Jonus on the Boston PD. "Hi Al, how are you doing?" "Well I'll be, she lives! Doing fine, fine Dakota, How are you?" "I am doing well Al, staying out of trouble." "You sure kid? I mean after what happened in London and... Murph. Well we..." She cut him off, feeling her throat starting to tighten up Just with the mention of her brothers name. "Really Al I'm fine, lets not bring up the past. Broken bones are healed, scars are already fading. Digging at it wont make it go away. So stop worrying alright?" He must have heard it in her voice, Alister nodded to himself and dropped back in his chair adding a touch of whiskey to his black coffee. Like most cops, they don't like to talk about old wounds or losing any one. Reminded them how vulnerable they all really where. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of your call Dakota?" "Thanks, I am sorry to ask favors but I am working a case right now. Its giving me a bad vibe. Names Parker, Dusila Parker. Think you could look in to her death for me? Her grandson came in here with his wife. They got me going to Salem to check on some old family connections. But they just seem to be happy the old ladies gone. If you get a chance to dig in to it. Can you?" "Sure, Sure lass. You going to be gone long?" "Long as it takes Al, thanks again. You have my cell, I'll be in touch" Just like that the phone call ended. It had served a duel purpose, got someone looking in to things here in Boston and let someone know where she was. Only Family she had left was her father, and him she had not spoken to since the night her Mother killed herself. The last thing she stuffed in to one of her bags was a picture of her, laughing and caring on hanging on to her Brother Murphy. He was dressed as Dracula and she was all dolled up as a play boy bunny. Halloween/Birthday party for her, had been the last one she spent with Murph. With him gone life had been rather dull. Suitcases, lap top, and the small arsenal she carried every where were stuffed in to the back of the back of the midnight blue duel cab ford ranger. "Salem here I come." __________________

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