“Cecil Darknight the Third?”
I look at the man standing in the doorway in annoyance. “That’s me.”
He looks somewhat embarrassed. “What? You’re Cecil?”
“Yeah.” I said, My patience starting to slip. “I’m Cecil. Most call me Cecci.”
There was some relief now. “Oh. I see. I was expecting a guy.”
“Yeah.” I tell him. “Most say that. “That’s why I go by Cecci.”
“Right.” He said. “I’m Tedd Redfield, and I represent your father’s estate.”
I look back at Evy, who is standing right behind me, who shrugs. I forgot to mention that Evy’s parents, Erik and Dayna Darknight know more about my father than I do. Since Evy and I are related, it makes having a relationship awkward. But this is North Carolina. Anything’s possible. I never knew my father. Mom and dad broke up not long after I was born. Similar to the song ‘Papa was a Rolling Stone’, I had heard a lot of things about him. Things like how was a homeless man living on the street, and conning the working folks out of their hard earned money, to being a drug runner for some Colombian drug lord. I got a Miami Vice vibe from that last one. But in any case, I never knew the truth about my father. Other than how he is a vampire like I am. Apparently I got that from him. The thought reminds me that I have a pint waiting for me in the fridge.
“What about him?” I ask. He looks past me at Evy.
“Alone.” He said sternly. I shake my head. “Whatever you can say in front of me, you can say in front of her.” He looks hesitant, but continues. “I represent your father’s estate. He died recently and left you in his will.” The news of my father’s demise blows past me. It’s hard to feel for someone you barely know. “There were things he wanted to leave you. He asked specifically that the stuff be given directly to you. No, reading of the will, or anything. You are the only one he had listed.” I steal another glance at Evy, as the man takes out some a large manilla envelope.
“Here is the deed to his apartment as well as other liquid assets he had in his name, as well as the deed to his car. It’s already parked outside.” He said. Tedd passes me the envelope and quickly leaves. Evy and I stare at one another silently as I hear Tedd get into his own car and drives off.
I shake my head, as I opened the door up fully to walk outside. “Let’s see what kind of Pinto I got stuck-” The words die on my throat as I see the Ferrari sitting in the driveway. It had to be a 1985, or ‘86 model Testarossa. It was red, and in mint showroom condition. I walk over to the car with Evy right behind me. Carefully I reach out and open the driver side door like the car was going to blow up in my face. Inside, the car was just as well cared for as on the outside. I closed the door. “Maybe my dad was a drug runner after all.” I open the envelope and look the documents over. I now also owned a penthouse suite in Miami, and was now richer than both Bill Gates and Steve Jobs were back during the height of their careers. Me. Cecci Darknight, a 22 year old dork who works at a gas station and reads Stephanie King novels, and has a platonic (financial) relationship with a cousin.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Suddenly I wanted to know more about the man who was my father. And why he had died.