“Take your time.” Evie said, smacking Memphis’s hand before he could take three cinnamon rolls. “Damn people, there should have been enough to have some left over until tomorrow.”
Smiling, Beth left the kitchen with the others amicably arguing. Precariously opening the door to Razer’s room, she was careful not to spill the coffee. Setting it on the nightstand, she went to the boxes and set them on the middle of the floor. First opening one box, she worked steadily, going through years of financial records that had been stored. She was surprised that Mrs. Langley’s son-in-law had not shredded them. She did not see anything of any importance. She put everything back and marked on the box to shred. She would check with Mrs. Langley before she took care of that task.
Taking a break, she finished her now cold coffee and cinnamon roll, debating about taking a break, but she was determined to finish the task. She used the restroom and sat back down cross-legged on the floor once again. Beth pulled the second box towards her, opening the box. Beth stared at the papers, not sure what she was looking at, then with a sick feeling, she emptied the box, meticulously organizing the papers until she could understand what she had found. Afterwards, she carefully returned the papers back into the box, closing the contents inside.
Going to Razer’s nightstand, she took the sheaf of papers she had not returned to the box and hid them inside a magazine in the drawer. She had just closed the drawer, picking up her cell phone to call the Sheriff when she heard the door open. Beth thinking it was Razer, was not surprised to see Sam standing with a gun pointed directly at her.
“I see you’re not surprised to see me.”
“I’m not.” Beth clutched the phone in her hand.
“Put it down, Beth.”
Beth could tell by the cold look in the young woman’s eyes she would kill her. She laid down the phone on the nightstand.
“Sam don’t do this. You’re not involved.”
“Shut up. Pick up the box and let’s go.” Beth didn’t argue figuring her chances were better outside the room than enclosed within with her. Beth picked up the box and went out the door with Sam following close behind her.
“Everyone is in the backyard going over the work schedule. If you make a sound, I will shoot you.”
Beth went down the steps, tempted to throw the box at her. “Don’t do it Beth, I will shoot you then take off before anyone comes. If not, then I will shoot whoever comes.”
Beth went through the door to the outside, truly frightened, not knowing what to do. Sam directed her to a low-slung white sports car, ordering her to get inside. Keeping the gun pointed at her, she walked around to the other side of the car getting in behind the door. Sam started the powerful car, driving out of the lot, headed to town.
“Samantha, your father is not worth you going to prison for the rest of your life. The club will figure it out. They aren’t stupid, they will know someone from the house took me.”
“Already got that covered. No one will know it’s me; and no, they won’t figure out shit. They still don’t know who killed Viper’s brother it took a stupid bitch like you to figure out my dad was responsible.”
“Why were the papers in that box?”
“Stupid fucker hid them there. He had gone to my grandmother’s to destroy them, but got interrupted, so he stashed them. He was going to destroy them, but figured they were safe where they were, not expecting that dumbass worker of yours to actually take the boxes. If my dad hadn’t been such an arrogant bastard, he would have destroyed the papers. Lazy fuck.”
Sam drove through town without stopping, heading toward the county line. Beth didn’t recognize the house they pulled into as they travelled down a long unpaved driveway. Sam drove around the back and parked the car beside an expensive BMW already parked.
“Stay here until I come around.”
Beth followed her order, terror beginning to fill her. She was out in the middle of nowhere with no one even aware she was missing.
“Get the box.”
“Sam…”
“Move bitch, don’t make me tell you again.”
Beth got out the car door that Sam had opened, walking towards the house. Sam was still holding the gun to her back while following her. She slowly went up the short flight of steps, opening the door while juggling the box.
Samantha’s father was waiting inside the small kitchen, sitting at the table with a gun lying on the table before him.
“It’s about time,” he snapped at Sam as soon as she walked through the doorway.
“I had to wait until it was clear,” Sam explained
He got up from the table and took the box from Beth’s hands. Setting it on the table, he opened the box taking out the papers on top. The deeper down he went, not finding what he wanted, he started throwing the papers haphazardly. When the box was empty, he angrily threw the empty box at Beth.
“You idiot, didn’t you check to see if the documents were there?”