Author Topic: ELIANA TOIBA ABIJAH aka: DOVE (Read 3590 times)

jacemachine · « **on:** October 10, 2009, 03:54:09 PM »

THEN...

The funeral was over and the casket had been lowered into the dark hole. Standing at a distance two men wearing work clothes took a cigarette break and talked quietly amongst themselves. In there hands they carried the shovels they would use to fill in Dove's father's grave. They were waiting politely and patiently at a distance until everyone left before they would start their task.

Next to you stood your long-time associate, Alex Cross. All the others had left and it was just the two of your standing at the site of the open grave.

Dove's father had been shot and killed. The killer was never caught, but it was a professional job.

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #1 on:** October 11, 2009, 02:18:05 AM »

Dove stands quietly for a number of moments unaware if one minute or an hour had past. She had been awake for quite awhile, but it was difficult to tell if the dark circles under her eyes were from fatigue, withdrawls, or tears. The funeral had long since been over, she made sure that everyone she knew had left to sit Shiva before she made her way from the spot she had observed the whole ritual from. She would not join them in it, she had brought them enough pain and now this. Somehow, she figured, this was related to her; was her fault.

"I did not ask you to come here Cross." Trying to maintain the gruff facade that she used to shield herself from others, to keep them at an arm's distance always. After this last tragedy now more then ever she couldn't let anyone else get hurt.

j0lt · « **Reply #2 on:** October 11, 2009, 03:33:49 AM »

Frowning at himself for never knowing what to say in emotional situations, the only reply Cross could come up with was "Sorry."

He wanted to say something more, to assure Dove that he would find who did this, but he knew that that would only make her angrier.

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #3 on:** October 11, 2009, 01:40:31 PM »

Dove kneels by the grave sight. Steeling her gaze on the coffin, she would not allow herself to cry, not now. She would not afford herself any mourning, not until after she found who was behind this. Grabbing her blouse with both hands Dove violently rips a small section of it and says to the grave, "Baruch dayan emet.".

Dove scoops up a handful of dirt resting nearby and slowly drops it onto the small piles that already rest on the plain casket. She adds softly "And I will be the one to send the ones responsible for this to be judged."

Standing she turns her gaze to Cross, "Well since your here, what has been found out so far on this?"

j0lt · « **Reply #4 on:** October 11, 2009, 02:03:26 PM »

Cross shifts uncomfortably. Nothing he can say can have any effect on her other than fueling her anger. Yet something must be said. "Are you sure you're ready for this now? I wasn't going to look into this until you were ready, because I know you would insist on being involved in every step. If you need time, we can take a different job until you get your head together. I was contacted by this guy, he needed my help with something, and I could really use some backup. I can have my handler look into things for us so we have some intel right away when we start..."

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #5 on:** October 11, 2009, 03:10:29 PM »

"No, I left the rehabilitation facility early for this." Dove states, "Not to return to working. You are right about one thing though....I do need time. Time to look into this on my own. Anything you might hear though I expect you will contact me with."

With that she turns and walks away, the arid breeze rippling her torn blouse and jacket to reveal the concealed firearm she was carrying.

j0lt · « **Reply #6 on:** October 11, 2009, 03:34:51 PM »

Cross just stood there staring after her. Perhaps she did need time alone. Perhaps he should just let her do this by herself, but something in his mind was screaming that this was a mistake. Something was wrong...

jacemachine · « **Reply #7 on:** October 12, 2009, 03:27:26 PM »

Dove's cell phone vibrates. Looking at the caller she reads: Reiss, David.

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #8 on:** October 12, 2009, 04:08:52 PM »

Hitting accept, Dove puts the phone to her ear. "Hello."

jacemachine · « **Reply #9 on:** October 12, 2009, 04:20:21 PM »

"Oy! I'm sorry I couldn't be there for the funeral... A Shtuken Nisht in Harts! But business makes pressing demands of my time, but I wanted to apologize and give you my condolences all the same." There was the briefest of pauses. "I am not interrupting the service am I...?" David's old familiar voice sounding just a touch sheepish.

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #10 on:** October 13, 2009, 01:25:53 AM »

After another moment to compose herself Dove says, "No David, your are not interrupting anything. The service ended quite some time ago." It came out harsher then she meant it to be but she wasn't in the mood to talk about it. "Is this pressing business you mentioned also something you are calling about?"

jacemachine · « **Reply #11 on:** October 13, 2009, 01:50:08 AM »

"Well, yes. In a way. You're father ran an antique shop in Tel Aviv, is that correct?" David inquired. Of course, he already knew this. What was he getting at?

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #12 on:** October 13, 2009, 09:31:01 AM »

Rhetorical questions were not usually a good sign from David when he began a conversation with them. "Yes, for a long time, my Mother and Father bought the building shortly after they married. You already know this stuff though."

jacemachine · « **Reply #13 on:** October 14, 2009, 07:54:18 PM »

'Well, yes." David replied, his voice clear over the cellular line. "Maybe you know of anything he may have been involved with on the side? Something has come up in my looking into your father's death. He had very large sums of money hidden away in off-shore accounts, were you aware of this?"

Cross stood by still. He seemed to be looking at the open grave and his body language seemed to indicate that he was deciding on whether or not he should go.

As much as Dove didn't want to admit it, Cross' suggestion of "side-work" wouldn't be that bad-- it would keep her mind busy, and that was something that often helped her stay sober. The other thing she didn't want to admit to herself was that she REALLY wanted to get the good and do herself up right.

What was this David was saying about her father having off-shore accounts?

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #14 on:** October 17, 2009, 01:44:21 PM »

"Off-shore accounts, wait, what?" Dove says once her brain tries catch up to the conversation again.

jacemachine · « **Reply #15 on:** October 21, 2009, 06:48:17 PM »

"I have come upon Swiss accounts that have recently been tied to you father, though it is entirely possible he was framed to take the fall for someone else. He may not have known about those accounts if the latter is the case." David paused, "Either way my child, this is most regrettable. Forgive me for not having more information, but I am just one man, and I only recently heard what had happened."

The grave diggers looked bored, occasionally stealing glances in your direction from 40 feet away. Checking on your progress you supposed.

Cross occasionally returned their glances. But then, he was looking everywhere as casually as could be without looking like he was looking everywhere. Since Cross wasn't killing someone with a headstone at the moment, it was safe to assume that Dove's father's funeral was still sacred.

Growing up Eliana never saw her parents worry for money. And looking back on her childhood, even when times were tough they always seemed to have no trouble getting what they needed. It wasn't that they lived in overt luxury-- things were nice but not too nice. Her father doted on her with expensive gifts from time to time, but he always winked and told her not to worry.

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #16 on:** October 29, 2009, 06:07:55 PM »

"David you have known my parents for a long time, I refuse to believe he was into anything illegitimate, you should know that as well. Let's continue to view this as the later possibility. If you come across anything further in your inquiries please let me know."

jacemachine · « **Reply #17 on:** November 03, 2009, 01:04:08 PM »

"Of course. I'm sure this is probably some large misunderstanding, but I will keep looking into it. In the meantime my dear, you really should find something to take your mind off of this as much as possible.

"I always find that throwing myself into work helps. Going through the motions of something that is familiar will help. Trust me on this, I know. When my wife died two years ago, it was the only way I found I could cope. I was able to deal with the loss in small doses instead of all at once."

David paused.

"I will call you as soon as I find out anything. In the meantime, you can call me any time. Especially if you just need someone to talk to who will listen."

Melblen_Cairn · « **Reply #18 on:** November 04, 2009, 07:26:20 PM »

Blowing a long sigh like a teenager would at being told what to do by a parent, she says,"Very well, Cross just told me about a possible job. I'll be in touch. Shalom. After hearing David end the call Dove flips her phone closed and paces back towards Cross.

"So, whats this other job you need a hand with?"

j0lt · « **Reply #19 on:** November 05, 2009, 03:29:36 AM »

Cross pulls a plain manila folder out of his jacket and hands it to her. In the folder are several photos of women paperclipped to missing persons reports. "I got this from my handler, but it's a little out of my league. If you want the job, I can run backup for you..."

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Author Topic: ELIANA TOIBA ABIJAH aka: DOVE (Read 3590 times)