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| Soap Sins Tuesday, June 19, 2012 CHAPTER 39 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! THE DEAL! Previously on SOAP SINS Dakota had to find out where the African Queen was and she knew just the person who would be able to tell her. Someone on Hollywood Boulevard who liked to keep a very low profile. As she sped off in the night, her destination the street where Marilyn Monroe had dyed her hair blonde for the first time, Dakota had no idea that she was being followed ... The story now continues ... - Sometimes life was stranger than a soap opera and this was one of those times. The old building on Hollywood Boulevard was dark, no security guard in sight. Dakota assumed he was making the rounds and climbed the creaky wooden steps to Madame Etelka's place of business. She knew the psychic would be there. And of course she was. When she knocked on the door, Madame Etelka opened it, wearing her robe. - "Dahling, I have been expecting you." - Dakota nodded and entered. "And I knew you would be here." Pause. "You're illegal." - Madame Etelka ushered her in and shut the door. The table with the crystal ball was still there, in addition to a sleeping bag on the floor. Etelka lit a very long cigarette. "Bogdan the security guard here is also from eastern Europe. He turns the blind eye to let me stay here after hours." - Dakota got straight to the point. "I want to make a deal. Tell me where my missing friend is and I'll make you a star." - Madame Etelka exhaled a sarcastic smoke ring. - "You will be able to get a green card." - The psychic adjusted her turban. "Then we have a deal. Which missing friend are you wanting to find?" - "The African Queen. She was ..." - The psychic nodded. "Yes, I know. Madame Etelka sees all. She was taken by the men of one she once loved. An old lover." - Dakota slowly shook her head. "No, that cannot be ..." - "Dahling, I do not speak of Nick, your current and her former husband." - "You know about him too?" - Etelka shrugged her shoulders. "I read the gossip magazines. Your friend was taken by the men working for her old lover, the one who got her into this country years ago. He wanted more payment. You see, it is always about immigration with you bloody Americans." - Dakota wanted a name. Etelka wanted one too. - "Who is this character I will be on your soap opera?" - "You can play ... a psychic." - "Splendid! I am looking forward to meeting the hair, makeup, and wardrobe people. Such artists." - "About my friend." - Etelka scribbled an address on the back of one of her psychic-for- hire cards and handed it to her. "She was taken here. Be careful." - Dakota thanked her for caring. - "I don't. I just want to be a star with a green card." - Dakota promised she would be in touch and then headed back to her car. Now what? Etelka had just given her the address of the old studio parking lot. She was about to open the door of her luxury car when a photographer from the National Gossiper shoved a camera into her face and took a picture. She held up a well manicured hand to shield herself from the next blinding flash and kicked him in the shins. He fell back onto the sidewalk in excruciating pain. "You'll pay for that!" - "So will you. These are brand new Christian Leboutins and I think your bony shins scratched them!" She hopped into her car and grabbed her phone to place a call. - "Where are you, doll? The champagne is getting warm out here by the pool." - "Nick, we need to meet at the old studio parking lot." - He chuckled roguishly. "Now you're talkin!" - She pulled away and the cursing photographer became a speck in the background. "A psychic told me that was where the African Queen is." - Nick drawled he was on his way ... |
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