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Black and blond

By BILL JENSEN  |  September 18, 2006

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Scratched then itched
Karina’s American dream began with a lottery ticket. She won 10,000 Krona (about $1500) on a scratch-off card, and used the money to come to America.

She was placed in the Dover household of Frank Rapp, a commercial photographer, and artist Susan Nichter, and charged with caring for their two children. (Both refuse to speak to the media while the murder investigation is ongoing.)

Before her death, Karina had written a letter to a friend complaining about the housework that came with her new job. “There is always so much cleaning and I think I am stressed all the time. So this is not exactly what I thought it would be.”

But Cinderella’s weekends were free. And she had a place to crash in the city — a loft apartment on A Street in the South End that Rapp used during the week as a studio. There were drinks (thanks to a fake ID), dancing, and “The Macarena.”

When Sladjana Dobricic, a nanny from Serbia working in Boston, went missing in September of 2002, Middlesex DA Martha Coakley was quick to point out to the Globe that Dobricic was “a bookworm, not a party-type au pair,” consciously or not damning that party-girl nanny Karina who had died six years earlier.

On the night of Summer Solstice, Karina and three friends went to Club Zanzibar.

At around 3 am, she found herself in the Alley, the strip that connects various bars off Boylston. She thought her friends had left her. Turns out, they hadn’t. But Karina was so wasted she’d lost contact with them: after passing out in the bathroom and coming to enough to go outside, she tried to get back into the club after closing, but the bouncer refused. So Karina created her own club in the Alley — drunk, singing and dancing around with a panhandler.

She also had a conversation with Herb Whitten, a 49-year-old man from Andover who would drive to the city on weekends with his Great Pyrenees, man and dog both wearing Superman T-shirts as a device to pick up women.

Her walk back to the loft on A Street would have taken her through the Combat Zone. On the Boston Police Department (BPD) Web site, they claim Karina was caught on security cameras near the Store 24 on Mass Ave near the Berklee campus (a stone’s throw from where she was dumped). But a source close to the case once told me that that tape simply doesn’t exist. The Alley at 3 am — that’s the last time anyone, other than her killer, saw her alive.

The day after her body was found, the BPD located Karina’s panhandler on Kingston Street. Whitten, the man dressed as Superman, lawyered up. He had gotten a speeding ticket driving back to Andover early that morning, giving him a fairly tight alibi. He killed himself a year later. They also interviewed John Zewizz, frontman for the industrial/goth/erotica band Sleep Chamber, who lived two blocks from the dumpster where Karina’s body was found; a cop Karina may have been dating; and her employers. All turned up nothing.

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Comments
Black and blond
This movie sounds interesting because of all the connections to Boston.
By jerome on 09/14/2006 at 3:02:11
Black and blond
This murder will never be solved. Neither will be.
By bondemurd on 10/12/2006 at 11:37:38
Black and blond
I saw her the night she disappeared. I was working in a nightclub at the top of the alley. All I remember was that she was hammered trying to get in the club I worked at. She was also (as the article states) dancing with the homeless outside the alley. I remember her wearing one of those necklaces with the word 'Bitch' on it (don't ask me, this was the style I guess in '96). Anyhow, BPD detectives interviewed me (and everyone else who worked in the alley) a few times over the several months after that but I knew little that they didn't already know. The wierdest thing was that I saw all the cops and ambulances at the corner of Ipswich and Boylston 1 1/2 days after she went missing. Creepy. I felt and still feel horrible for the girls parents. No one deserves to die like that.
By sunyata on 03/09/2008 at 5:49:20
We like the Police
We always liked a policeman in this case. Word in our neighborhood - two doors down from the photographers studio on A Street - was that she kept company with more than one policeman. She had a thing for guys in uniform. We have always suspected a cop got her pregnant, and gave her a special abortion. Likely a married cop. Who knows how to commit murder without leaving a shred of evidence better than a cop? Who knows best how to dispose of a body? Or - half a body - the half carrying his child. And who could just cut someone in half without being disturbed by it? Don't serial killers do this more than once? The more the years go by, the more we are convinced. But of course Boston cops will never investigate one of their own.
By 6characters on 01/25/2009 at 11:01:53

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