Muted

Chapter 4

After seeing what I had seen about Dillon's arrests charges I made an excuse to my mom about how I wanted to visit aunt Lucinda. She didn't question it, and it technically wasn't a lie. My aunt Lucinda aka aunt Lu, is a police officer. And when I'm curious about a case, she doesn't question it and just tells her cop buddies "It's a school project I'm helping her with".

Once I walked through the doors of the police station my aunt greeted me with a warm, but tired smile. Aunt Lu worked a lot, she was so dedicated to her job that she rarely got an ounce of sleep. She looked so much like my beautiful mother, after all they are identical twins with two very different personalities. The only physical difference between my mom and aunt Lu is that my mom is blonde while aunt Lu is brunette.

"What case file are you curious about today missy," she questioned with a noticeable yawn. She tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible for the fear she'd be sent home to rest. Yes, she is that dedicated to her job.

"A recent one," I signed, "Dillon Carter. I saw him about an hour or two before I saw that he had been arrested for breaking and entering, but isn't the parlor is owned by his parents," I questioned. I was surprised that I was kind of defending him on this because I didn't even know the guy.

"Honey, don't tell me that he told you the Carter's own that parlor. Yes the Carter's own a parlor, but not that one. And as far as I know, they don't help out there," she stated. My face was red for my mind being played the way it was.

"Is he still here," I questioned.

My aunt looked around to make sure no one was watching and motioned for me to follow her. "His parents will be here sometime in the morning, they want him here over night to think about what he's done," she signed to me as we walked towards his cell. Aunt Lu would hit the bars of any cell with any man that dared to look at me in a dirty way. I've been back here a few times for my 'school projects', so some of these people have seen me before

"Dillon, you have a visitor," I saw my aunt say. She pulled up a chair for me to sit in. I dreaded these chairs every time I saw them, they really made your butt sore.

"I'm sorry, I was expecting my parents. Who are you," he questioned. Before I could answer he started taking again, "You're the girl that scratched my car. Now that I'm behind bars, it's suddenly acceptable to apologize," he questioned. I went to sign again, but he cut me off... again. "Or are you infatuated with me and I just don't know about it. You could have told me before I was behind bars you know," he said with a smirk which I gladly gave a sarcastic smile to.

"No," I simply signed. "I am here because I was at the same grave yard as you before you robbed it. You told me it was your families," I signed fast without realization that the man before me did not know sign language.

Dillon looked really dumbfounded and I felt slightly embarrassed because he had no idea what I had just told him. I pulled out my phone and typed everything I had just told him and had my phone read it to him.

"Ah, Murphy is it," he questioned with a sly smirk and I just rolled my eyes and pursed my lips.

"Well Murphy, be glad I lied to you, if I didn't lie, you'd be in this cell with me," to say I was annoyed with his response was an understatement.

I typed away on my phone once again and had my phone read everything out loud.

"No I wouldn't be in jail, I would have been a witness. The only way I'd ever be in that cell with you is if I had followed you in the house. You wanted me gone so I couldn't call the cops on what I would've seen. You remembered that most funeral parlors have alarms, yet you seemed to have forgotten that most funereal parlors do have cameras as well. Why would you want to break into a funeral parlor anyway? What do funeral parlors have," my phone stated with a question at the end.

"What do funeral parlors have," he questioned and I nodded egging him on. "Funeral parlors have nothing, that is until someone old or someone rich dies. They have the papers to where these dead people once lived. And where they once lived will usually have a safe full of money, or they'll even have antiques worth a fortune, that's what funeral parlors have," he stated with a dark look on his face as if he was trying to scare me away.

I started to type away on my phone once again, and he didn't seem pleased with my next response.

"No, what funeral parlors have is the paper to there house and their will, some of those things you may have stolen belong to someone, someone who never got to see what belonged to them. What you do is wrong, and if it doesn't stop, I can have people stop you, people like Aiden Anderson. People like him do not like what you do," he cringed at Aiden's name. I knew I had hit a nerve.

He stood up from his seat on the bench and approached me. I went to step back, but he grabbed my arm through the bars pulling me towards him.

"People like Aiden Anderson are not saints missy! Aiden is just as bad as me. You honestly think he'll stop me? No! He'll just let me do whatever I please, meaning you better start doing the same, or I'll make you regret it," he said in my face. He let me go gently and walked back to his seat on the bench. I was so shocked and didn't plan on staying any longer. I rushed out of the room and out the front doors without telling people why I was in a hurry. I just wanted to be away from him.

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