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“Man, I am so bored!” I said. Nick and I had just finished playing about a zillion rounds of cards when we just had to stop.
“Yeah, me too. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, what time is it?”
“Um, 2:45pm.”
“Ok, that gives us about three hours before we have to meet the guys for the show.”
“Yeah, but we need something to do now.”
“Well, we could take a walk on the beach; it’s a nice day out, and there aren’t many people outside.”
“That sounds like fun!”
“Ok, good, cause I could really use some fresh air.”
“Yeah, me too, with all that’s been going on lately we’ve been a little preoccupied.”
I laughed, “Yeah, I know what you mean, but I’m glad it’s over.”
“Me too, me too.” We changed and went out on the beach. It was a beautiful day, about seventy-seven degrees outside with the sun shining. We walked about a mile then stopped to watch the waves roll in. “You know, this is what I love about the beach, just watching the waves roll in and listening to the sounds.”
“Yeah, it is peaceful and relaxing.”
“Yeah, it is. That’s why I moved here; to be near the ocean.” We stood there for a few more minutes, then walked a little more towards the pier. We’d walked onto the main boardwalk when a camera crew and news team approached us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Carter and Miss Collins, can we have a word with you?”
“Why? We’ve told you guys the whole story, what more do you want?” Nick asked.
“Well, we just wanted to know how you reacted to the news of Sam Smith's suicide.”
“You know, I really don’t want to deal with that right now, and I’d appreciate it if you guys would leave me and Nick alone for once,” I said, and with that we walked away.
“Man, they are so pushy!” Nick said.
“I know, it’s like they follow us around everywhere!”
“I know the feeling!”
I laughed, “Yeah, but the only things that follow you around are girls!”
“And is there anything wrong with that?”
“Yes! When I’m around!”
“Oh well, they don’t follow me now, ‘cause they know I’m taken,” he said kissing my forehead.
“Yeah, I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
“Nah, I have you instead.”
“Aww, you’re too sweet,” I said with a smile. We walked along the boardwalk for a while then headed back to Nick’s. When we got there, I noticed that there was a message on the machine. “Hey Nick, there’s a message on the machine; should I listen to it?”
“Yeah, if you want.” I pushed the button.
“Hey, Miss Collins, this is John Clark. I have something that might interest you. It’s in regards to Sam Smith’s death. So, please call me back at 697-8874 as soon as you get this message. Thanks.”
“Who was that?” Nick asked walking in the room.
“Didn’t you hear?”
“No, all I heard was something about Sam Smith’s death.”
“Oh, well I guess I’d better call him and find out.” I picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang twice.
“John Clark’s office, how may I help you?”
“Hi, Um, this is Bethany Collins. He called me about something dealing with Sam Smith’s death?”
“Oh yes, Miss Collins, I’ll put you through immediately.” I waited, then he picked up the phone.
“Hello Miss Collins, I’m glad you called.”
“Yeah, I just got the message. But how’d you get this number?”
“Oh, well I got it from the police. See, they searched Sam’s hide out and found a suicide note and a will attached to it. He left you practically everything he owned.”
“What?!”
“I know, we were surprised as well. He left you some odd things such as a world history book, a huge folder of teeny bopper magazines in perfect condition, a key to a safe deposit box, jewelry, around 4,500 dollars, a bunch of letters he wrote to you while in jail, and a bunch of other stuff. Some of it’s junk that he collected.”
“Holy cow! I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, if you want, you can come by and claim it whenever you want, or we can bring it to you. Whichever you prefer.”
“Well, how soon can you bring it?”
“Well, I can bring it over now if you want, and you can search through it and keep what you want and give the rest back.”
“Oh ok, sounds good. Um, bring it over?”
“Ok, will do.”
“Oh, do you know how to get here?”
“I have directions from the police; I’ll be there in about ten to fifteen minutes.” He hung up.
“Well?” Nick asked. I told him what I’d just been told. “Holy cow! That’s weird!”
“I know, why would he leave me everything? He has kids, and I’m sure they’d rather have this stuff.”
“Yeah, but apparently he wanted you to have it.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“No clue, was there a reason?”
“Well, I guess it was because he loved me and thought he could trust me with his stuff. Then again, I’m not sure I want any memories of him around me.”
“I know what you mean.” We walked in the living room and sat down on the couch still talking about the will. Then, twelve minutes later, the doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door.
“Hey, you must be Bethany; I’m John Clark.”
“Hey, come on in.” He walked inside and I closed the door. “So, where’s all this stuff?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, here’s a list of everything, and it’s all in this box.” He handed me a box that must have weighed over ten pounds.
“Gee wiz! This thing is heavy!” I said setting it down on the coffee table.
“Yeah, I know. Well, I hate to leave, but I really must. The wife is expecting me for dinner.”
“Well, thanks for bringing it by. What should I do with what I don’t want?”
“Send it to his children; the address is at the bottom of the list.”
“Ok, thanks.”
“Oh, before I leave, my daughter is a huge BSB fan, do you think Nick would mind an autograph?”
“I don’t think so. Hold on. Hey Nicky, can you come in here for a sec?” He walked in.
“Yes Bethy?” he said putting his arm around me.
“He wants an autograph for his daughter.”
“Oh ok, no problem. Do you have a pen?” He handed him one and he signed a sheet of paper.
“Thanks, she’ll love it!”
I smiled. “I bet,” I said as he walked out the door. “Well, let’s get to work,” I said staring at the huge box.
Devotion