Law and Order- complete

IV

Harry

"What's going on, he won't tell me anything." She narrows her dark brown eyes at me in a failed attempt to get Jason's whereabouts from me. But I can't tell her. He told me not to. She stirred her straw around the thick milk shake before sucking the contents. I Look past her at the entrance, the sound of the bell grabbing my attention. Trixie yells for someone to take their order, and she snaps her bony fingers in my face. "Hello? Harry? Where's Jason?" She continues, and I scoff, now being annoyed.

"Look, if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you. I don't know what you want me to say." All of her pushing was starting to make me nervous.

"Well, I don't know what kind of weird shit y'all are doing in this little frat of yours, but the next time you see Jason, you tell him-"

"I'll tell him to call you, alright?" I cut her off, sliding out of the booth and adjusting my apron. I have an order to take.

Logan

"Bullshit," Harry snaps, taking me by surpise when he slightly nudges my back, "Let's go."  Since the street is clear, I begin crossing with him behind me. My brows were furrowed in confusion as her words replayed in my mind, along with Harry's reaction. There's no way she's my aunt, and if she is, how does Harry know her?

"You can't hide from me forever!" I hear her sharp heels against the wet pavement as she follows us with quick steps. This makes me turn around, allowing our eyes to meet. Hers were large and wide, like mine. Around them was a thick coat of black liner, making them pop out even more. I can't ignore our similarites. "You see it don't you?" She reads my thoughts as Harry ushers me the passenger side of the door.  "Marie was my sister, okay? She gave you up after getting pregnant at 15."

"Was?" I stop just as I'm leaning down to get into the car. The woman now stood in front of the hood, facing me. Her chest rose and fell in slight pants from the little chase. Harry turns to her, obvious uncertainty etched across his sharp features. He seemed to be thrown off as well."What are you talking about?"

She sighs, "Marie, she... her uh, her funeral. It was today." Her hand comes underneath her nose and she glances up at the gray sky, shaking her head. I don't know how to process her words. Her being my aunt made sense omre than anything else. With my middle name being Marie, what are the odds? and with the resembelance we both share?

"How do you know him." I jab my thumb towards Harry, who's runs a hand through his curls. I know he wouldn't tell me. Only that it was none of my business. This strange woman abushing us and claiming to not only be my aunt, but know Harry, is all of my business.

"Can we just sit down, and talk? Theres a cafe, right there." She points to the small building behind us. A light drizzle fell from the sky, which we all noticed at once. I look at Harry, his eyes stayed on the blonde, lips parted open in he inhaled a deep breath. He glances at me anad his features soften in the slightest. "Fine."

We awkwardly make our way into the grimy establishment. The girl I saw wiping tables now leaned against the front register, tapping her acrylics against her phone as she sent out a text. The three of us walk to a table in the back right booth. I slide on the chipped, dark green leather first, and Harry after me. The woman slides into the booth across from us, grabbing her damp her in between her thumb and index finger and fiddling with it.