When Private Eyes are Blind
28th of December 2006 A.D.
As you continue to ponder what to do about Marcone and just how far practicality can take one you look over a more personal matter that had led
certain Molly Carpenters back to Boston. As it turns out she wasn't the only Carpenter involved. She chose to enlist Daniel somewhat to your surprise. After all as far as you know you're the only one of the kids Mom had talked to about that, but thinking about it for a little longer it makes a lot of sense. They are his grandparents too after all, and he's certainly old enough to deal with the history there. Not to mention it was probably a good idea to have a sounding board on how to approach them. Half your social instincts are still 'fake it 'till you make it' and the other half is the imperial grandiloquence Usum bequeathed you and while you may be learning to trust the latter a bit more in matters of state family's different even if part of that family thinks it's later day aristocrats.
As it turns out Regina Hamilton nee Winthrop reacted to the loss of her only daughter by adopting a new one, in a gesture your other self couldn't decide if she should call callous or charitable, though Daniel had pointed out that if they just wanted a replacement kid for 'dynastic' reasons they would have gotten a boy. Things slid slowly down the slope into the uncanny when they realized that the new daughter Prudence Hamilton was also sixteen and might have looked something like Mom did, at least within the abilities of the adoption agency.
"At that point we didn't know if we were looking at something spooky, or just regular creepy," Daniel picks up the story when you ask him about it "But the more we looked into it the more normal it seemed. Prudence married an oil executive in 1990, she had two kids, they are our age now, Mrs Hamilton is in retirement as much as you can retire from hosting parties and charities, Mr Hamilton retired to an honorary position in the private equity fund he ran for most of his life. But then we did start finding some loose ends... They never stopped looking for her. When we looked up Charity Hamilton in Boston we got a line to a detective agency and there's even a bounty still posted for information on her whereabouts, which is very weird since Mom didn't change her name..."
"Well she did when she married," Dancer in Glass Shadows points out.
"Thank you Captain Technicality, now there's more of you too, what am I gonna do?" Daniel rolls his eyes, though there's no more heat in the gesture than normal. "What I meant to say is Mom didn't go out of her way to hide who she was, she still has the same social security number and stuff. A detective agency should have been able to find her by the time she married dad or got into college, basically as soon as she was on the grid again. At first we thought that maybe it's just her not
wanting to be found and he waves his hand vaguely heavenward, but I don't think God's into preventing family awkwardness. I can think of some Bible stories that would've turned out different if He was."
You snort in laughter, half-unwilling. "Daniel!"
"What, I'm sure God appreciates that we didn't mistake all too human doings for his hand," Dancer in Glass Shadows backs him up. "See I phoned the agency and told them who I was... fifteen minutes to sunrise. Just long enough for them to send out an email before the memory
faded, not so long that it would risk them sharing with anyone else and since we'd already hacked their email we now knew who the message was for. Turns out James Hamilton did know where Mom is and what he's about, but he paid the agency to not tell his wife and pretend they can't find anything and he also asked them to message him if anyone from her side of the family showed up. I deleted the message just so it wouldn't set anything off. But the question now is... should we set something off. If grandma Hamilton, that still feels weird to say, is looking us she deserves to know we exist at least."
"Being charitable he could've done it to protect her," Daniel adds after the silence had started to grow uneasy. "Mom did say that Regina was the most worried about her
Seeing things. He could have just figured it would be better if his daughter had a life somwehre else."
"And what gave him the right to...?"
You do not even finish the question before he raises his hands. "Hey, hey, it's still wrong that he did it, just saying he might not be a complete asshole."
What do you do?
[] Tell Mom everything they found
[] Go talk to your grandparents
-[] Regina
-[] James
-[] Both
[] Write in
OOC: The questions about Marcone will be handled afterwards. I started writing this when the vote was still going on because otherwise I would not have been able to finish an update in time today. Hopefully the juxtaposition isn't too distracting, it does feel thematically interesting, considering working with criminals as you are also embroiled in family matters.