The aftermath of the Karen Read murder trials is starting to remind me of what supposedly happened to all the looters who robbed King Tut’s tomb in Egypt more than a century ago.

The legend is that they all died horrible, premature deaths – because of the ancient curse of the pharaohs. Remember all those mummy movies?

It’s been less than seven months since Karen Read got her (second) not-guilty verdict. And her tormentors are all abruptly, painfully departing the scene or, at the very least, becoming ensnared in one humiliation after another.

Meatball Morrissey, Michael Proctor, the Canton selectmen, the House Defendants, everybody in the Canton PD, BPD Commissioner Michael Cox, Sgt. Sean Goode, Kelly Dever….

Call it the Curse of Karen Read.

And now the Curse is taking out parties with only tangential connections to the made-for-TV, ripped-from-the-headlines case.

The most recent Karen Read tormentor to go down is former Boston police sergeant Marty Kraft. His connection? He is, or was, a private eye.

And sources say Kraft hired his former BPD pal Brian Albert after the dead body appeared on Albert’s front lawn at 34 Fairview Road and they all decided to pin it on the girl – Karen Read.

Albert immediately retired, sold his house in Canton and fled. But he still needed a job and there was his BFF Marty Kraft in his flourishing post-police career as a p.i.

Now, however, the Curse of Karen Read has reared its head once more. Marty Kraft, benefactor to the House Defendants, has himself been struck down. The State Police have pulled his P.I.’s license. When you go to his website, a big message pops up:

“Kraft Investigations is not accepting new cases at this time.”

His license was not renewed after a rather tawdry incident in Newburyport last July 2.

The local cops were called to a residence by the male homeowner, who was in the process of divorcing his wife. When the 911 caller returned to his home, his wife wasn’t there.

But imagine his surprise when he discovered a fully-loaded Sig Sauer P938, “in his bedroom, tucked under bedding.”

You only get one guess who the firearm, in a concealed leather holster, belonged to.

This from the Newburyport PD report:

“(The husband’s name, redacted) also pointed to sex toys on the bed, which he claimed were not his. Mr. (redacted) suspects that (redacted) had guests at the residence. (Redacted) informed me that he discovered the sex toys under the bed.”

A loaded firearm in the bedroom? With a bunch of sex toys stuffed under the bed? In a house occupied by someone “well known to the police department,” the cops having dealt with the owner “a total of 75 times from 2020 to present.”

Marty Kraft, age 71, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!

By the way, Kraft lives in Mansfield. Karen Read also owned a home in Mansfield, until she had to sell it to pay her legal bills. Funny how the crooked cops always seemed to know who was stopping by Karen’s house. Just sayin’….

Do you see now what I mean about the Curse of Karen Read?

As a Boston cop, Kraft was famous, or maybe infamous is the better word, for always landing on his feet.

I pulled his BPD Officer Resume from Internal Affairs – 21 pages! At one point his father-in-law was Mickey Roache, the police commissioner, and he still got fired. (He got his job back).

Along with the police report, I’m going to post his entire BPD resume at my website, howiecarrshow.com. Fifteen of the 40 or so complaints against Kraft were sustained. A lot of them were from his fellow cops.

Here’s a sampling of the complaints against Kraft, some sustained, some not:

“Sgt. Kraft used the term, ‘I command you.’… Sgt. Ignored direct order and placed his handcuffs on the suspect… Sgt. Kraft continued to shout and swear as he walked away from the area… Referred to clients outside as ‘junkies’…. Kraft called his place of employment telling the manager that he was a drug dealer. He was subsequently fired from his job.

“Kraft used excessive force upon his person slamming his head against the Plexiglass at the booking desk… Sgt. Kraft began to verbally insult her… made racially insensitive comments to him… Sgt. Kraft responded, ‘I don’t give a bleep about Internal Affairs. When you get there, tell them I said bleep them.’”

And so on. You can see why he and Brian Albert were so simpatico.

But in the end, just like Brian Albert, Kraft always skated, even after the assorted suspensions.

After discovering the gun among the sex toys, the Newburyport Police charged Kraft with unlawful storage of a firearm. In district court, the clerk refused to issue a complaint, and Kraft’s run of luck seemed to be continuing into his golden years.

But then the State Police stepped in and suddenly his p.i.’s license was not renewed. The MSP declined to comment on the record why they yanked his ticket.

But I know why they did it. It’s the Curse of Karen Read.

But wait, it gets even weirder. Just as Marty Kraft was losing his license, guess who decided to get a P.I. license of his own?

None other than Brian Albert, Marty’s one-time hired hand.

As of October, Brian Albert became the principal of his own private-eye firm known as FEBA Consulting. Not a great name – he should have called it “Butt Dials ‘R’ Us.” Or maybe if he’d brought in his butt-dialing buddy Brian Higgins, they could have called it, “Jameson & Ginger LLC.”

According to his license, Albert’s new agency is based in Brockton, at 1342 Belmont Street, Suite 104.

Do you know who’s upstairs in that same building, in Suite 203? None other than the ancient lawyer Kevin Reddington, who has been a lawyer for none other than… Jen McCabe, the dentally challenged witness against Karen Read who lied repeatedly to the FBI, without consequence.

What a coincidence, that one of the House Defendants in Karen Read’s civil suit would set up an office in the same building as the lawyer for one of the other House Defendants.

It doesn’t get much more Canton than that, does it?

I called both Marty Kraft and Brian Albert for a comment. Neither of them returned my calls.

Not even a butt dial.

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