STACY " Uh, excuse me Sir I don't understand what you mean,” I tell the man standing before me. “As much as I knew my dad, he didn't have a lawyer." The man shakes his head, his expression pitiful. “There's much you don't know, little Stacy. Your father was a good friend of mine, and before he died, he had me draw up his will…" “Hey there girlie!" Nica’s voice from afar interupts whatever the man was saying. He freezes for a second, his body going pale, then he removes a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to me. "I have to go.” He says, voice almost frightened. " But what about…”I'd love to stay and explain more, but I really have to go," he rushes out. “If I don't contact you in three days, contact the number on the paper and tell her who you are. She'll know what to do.” Without allowing me the chance to ask any further questions, he hurries away like someone's chasing him. I shrug and shove the paper into my bag. Nica jogs up to me, her ever present smile making he
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