Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three
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I closed all the tabs I didn’t need and went back to the form. I’d only gotten to the second line to fill in my new last name and I’d already hit the enter key again instead of the tab key after typing Clearwater. “GGGGrrrr,” I growled at the computer as a dozen or so tabs popped up on the screen again, covering my form.
Bo bared his teeth and folded his hands against his chest like paws. “You make a great little lion,” I told him.
I closed out the tabs that were mostly address change forms. People moving from Logan’s Beach to Clearwater, Florida.
I was about to close out the last tab when something caught my eye. It wasn’t an address change form. It was a lawsuit.
Nancy Clearwater Bateman vs. Mutual Life of Nassau.
Mutual Life of Nassau was a well-known life insurance company with a catchy jingle in their commercials that was hard to forget. I scanned the document quickly and basically came to understand that Nancy was suing Mutual Life for failing to pay on policy number #456479874840, but it didn’t give any information on the policy itself. Mutual Life had countered that Nancy had made a late payment on the policy and there was a lot of back and forth statements and paperwork filed between the two parties. I drummed my foot against the desk, knowing in my heart what was coming when I closed the tab, revealing the next document, the resolution of lawsuit.
The one where Mutual Life Insurance of Nassau had agreed to pay one Nancy Clearwater Bateman, beneficiary, a hundred thousand dollars on the life insurance policy taken out in the name of her son.
Samuel Clearwater.
Preppy
Dre had been acting strange since she’d gotten home. After Bo went to bed she grabbed a chair that she’d been working on reupholstering and flipped it upside down in the middle of the living room. Kevin and I watched American Ninja Warrior as she grunted and swore at the chair, wrestling with a staple that wouldn’t come loose. “You want my help?” I asked.
Dre didn’t answer and I wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard me or if she was ignoring me. Finally, she threw down her pliers and stormed off into our room.
“What do I do?” I asked Kevin.
“I don’t know,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “But you better fix it ‘cause chances are, it’s probably all your fault.”
“True story, man.” I got up and was about to go find Dre and fix whatever was bothering her when she appeared with a big purse, one I didn’t see her carry that often, slung around her shoulder.
“Hey,” she said, when she practically ran into me.
“Hey,” I said back. “Where you running off to?”
“Oh, I’m just gonna run to the discount fabric store and get supplies for the chair. I don’t have the right staples and the plier is all bent and wonky. Maybe while I’m there I’ll check out some new fabric for the couch too. I won’t be too long though,” she said all in one breath.
“They’re still open?” I asked, checking my watch. “It’s eight o’clock.”
“They’re open until ten,” she replied.
“It’s Sunday,” I reminded her.
“Um yeah, I was surprised they’re open so late too.” She looked over my shoulder. “Kevin can I take your car?”
“Uh huh,” he called from the couch, his focus solely on the TV.
“Why don’t you take mine?” I asked, offering her my keys. She dangled Kevin’s keys, which hung from his dirty rabbit’s foot keychain.
“Because I’d like to get there sometime today and if I took yours I’d be driving two miles an hour the entire way, afraid I might do something to hurt it,” she said. “I could play bumper cars with Kevin’s piece of shit and he’d never even notice.”
“Hey,” Kevin called out, still not turning around. “It might be true but that doesn’t mean it don’t hurt any less.”
She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. Nothing about her reasons for leaving, or that kiss, felt right.
Not a damn fucking thing.
“Take Wolf with you,” I said.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll be really quick, no one is looking for me at the fabric store,” Dre said, darting out the door.
I stood on the porch and watched her pull out. She was really adorable if she thought she was going somewhere unprotected when a threat could still be out there. We’d eliminated everyone on the list we’d made but since we couldn’t be sure we took out the person responsible for trying to get to Dre, it would always be in the back of my mind. Which was why Wolf was still standing guard at the house.
“You want me to follow her?” Wolf asked.
“Nope,” I said, watching the taillights disappear around the corner before I pulled out my keys.
“You gonna let her go alone?”
I was halfway to my car when I answered.
“No fucking way.”
Dre
I didn’t know what I’d find when I drove to the address listed on the legal documents. Mostly, because I didn’t really know what I was looking for.
Never in a million years did I expect what was waiting for me there.
NEVER.
When the front door shut behind me I walked down the driveway back to Kevin’s car in a daze. I shifted my now much heavier purse and fiddled with my keys only to drop them when a voice out of nowhere scared the shit out of me.
“You’re a terrible fucking liar, Doc,” Preppy said, his voice laced with anger and something else that made me cringe and my stomach drop.
Hurt.
“I’m sorry but I wanted to check it...”
“Whose house is that?” Preppy asked, uncrossing his arms and standing up straight.
“It’s...I came here to see your mom.”
“My mom?” Preppy asked, taking a step back then looking up at the house. “Why the fuck would you want to come see my mom, and more importantly why the fuck would you lie to me about it?”
“I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to get you upset if there was nothing to be upset about. I wanted to check things out for myself first.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Preppy asked, looking as confused as I felt.
I pulled the legal documents from my purse, the ones I’d printed off from the county, and handed them to Preppy who scanned them over. “What the fuck,” he whispered.
Bo bared his teeth and folded his hands against his chest like paws. “You make a great little lion,” I told him.
I closed out the tabs that were mostly address change forms. People moving from Logan’s Beach to Clearwater, Florida.
I was about to close out the last tab when something caught my eye. It wasn’t an address change form. It was a lawsuit.
Nancy Clearwater Bateman vs. Mutual Life of Nassau.
Mutual Life of Nassau was a well-known life insurance company with a catchy jingle in their commercials that was hard to forget. I scanned the document quickly and basically came to understand that Nancy was suing Mutual Life for failing to pay on policy number #456479874840, but it didn’t give any information on the policy itself. Mutual Life had countered that Nancy had made a late payment on the policy and there was a lot of back and forth statements and paperwork filed between the two parties. I drummed my foot against the desk, knowing in my heart what was coming when I closed the tab, revealing the next document, the resolution of lawsuit.
The one where Mutual Life Insurance of Nassau had agreed to pay one Nancy Clearwater Bateman, beneficiary, a hundred thousand dollars on the life insurance policy taken out in the name of her son.
Samuel Clearwater.
Preppy
Dre had been acting strange since she’d gotten home. After Bo went to bed she grabbed a chair that she’d been working on reupholstering and flipped it upside down in the middle of the living room. Kevin and I watched American Ninja Warrior as she grunted and swore at the chair, wrestling with a staple that wouldn’t come loose. “You want my help?” I asked.
Dre didn’t answer and I wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard me or if she was ignoring me. Finally, she threw down her pliers and stormed off into our room.
“What do I do?” I asked Kevin.
“I don’t know,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “But you better fix it ‘cause chances are, it’s probably all your fault.”
“True story, man.” I got up and was about to go find Dre and fix whatever was bothering her when she appeared with a big purse, one I didn’t see her carry that often, slung around her shoulder.
“Hey,” she said, when she practically ran into me.
“Hey,” I said back. “Where you running off to?”
“Oh, I’m just gonna run to the discount fabric store and get supplies for the chair. I don’t have the right staples and the plier is all bent and wonky. Maybe while I’m there I’ll check out some new fabric for the couch too. I won’t be too long though,” she said all in one breath.
“They’re still open?” I asked, checking my watch. “It’s eight o’clock.”
“They’re open until ten,” she replied.
“It’s Sunday,” I reminded her.
“Um yeah, I was surprised they’re open so late too.” She looked over my shoulder. “Kevin can I take your car?”
“Uh huh,” he called from the couch, his focus solely on the TV.
“Why don’t you take mine?” I asked, offering her my keys. She dangled Kevin’s keys, which hung from his dirty rabbit’s foot keychain.
“Because I’d like to get there sometime today and if I took yours I’d be driving two miles an hour the entire way, afraid I might do something to hurt it,” she said. “I could play bumper cars with Kevin’s piece of shit and he’d never even notice.”
“Hey,” Kevin called out, still not turning around. “It might be true but that doesn’t mean it don’t hurt any less.”
She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. Nothing about her reasons for leaving, or that kiss, felt right.
Not a damn fucking thing.
“Take Wolf with you,” I said.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll be really quick, no one is looking for me at the fabric store,” Dre said, darting out the door.
I stood on the porch and watched her pull out. She was really adorable if she thought she was going somewhere unprotected when a threat could still be out there. We’d eliminated everyone on the list we’d made but since we couldn’t be sure we took out the person responsible for trying to get to Dre, it would always be in the back of my mind. Which was why Wolf was still standing guard at the house.
“You want me to follow her?” Wolf asked.
“Nope,” I said, watching the taillights disappear around the corner before I pulled out my keys.
“You gonna let her go alone?”
I was halfway to my car when I answered.
“No fucking way.”
Dre
I didn’t know what I’d find when I drove to the address listed on the legal documents. Mostly, because I didn’t really know what I was looking for.
Never in a million years did I expect what was waiting for me there.
NEVER.
When the front door shut behind me I walked down the driveway back to Kevin’s car in a daze. I shifted my now much heavier purse and fiddled with my keys only to drop them when a voice out of nowhere scared the shit out of me.
“You’re a terrible fucking liar, Doc,” Preppy said, his voice laced with anger and something else that made me cringe and my stomach drop.
Hurt.
“I’m sorry but I wanted to check it...”
“Whose house is that?” Preppy asked, uncrossing his arms and standing up straight.
“It’s...I came here to see your mom.”
“My mom?” Preppy asked, taking a step back then looking up at the house. “Why the fuck would you want to come see my mom, and more importantly why the fuck would you lie to me about it?”
“I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to get you upset if there was nothing to be upset about. I wanted to check things out for myself first.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Preppy asked, looking as confused as I felt.
I pulled the legal documents from my purse, the ones I’d printed off from the county, and handed them to Preppy who scanned them over. “What the fuck,” he whispered.
