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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *5*
*Here is part 5. Enjoy!-Fluffykins* Sneaking into the jail was pretty easy; lieing way involved by I got in there. How in the world am I good at this lieing stuff when I've nevered really lied like this? Maybe is has to do with the situation going on, that fact that I'm getting weird riddle messages, or it might be the fact that the first riddle lead me to a club and now this one is leading me to Murray! The man behind what happened to Grandpa Michael. Lillian you've finally lost your mind. You must be wondering how I got past everyone without them knowing who I am, huh? Thanks to some things I found around the house. By that I mean... Take one of Dalton's black jacket, my Ed Hardy hat, my mother's black sun glasses, and I had my blonde hair stuffed into my Ed Hardy hat. I also had to deepen my voice to make them believe I was a boy, and to make them believe I was Murray's foster nephew. I have no freaking clue how they bought that... My mom was right! This cops are stuuuupiiiiid! One of the cops lead me to a back room, where Murray sat at. I held my emotions in as I began walking more to him. As I sat down in the chair, the Cop left the room. Murray was looking at me like I was crazy. Murray: Who are you? Me: *Still talking in my guy voice* Someone who wants answers. Murray: Oh, so I don't have a foster nephew? Me: *Real voice comes out* You're so stupid. Murray: Who are you? Me: *Takes off my glasses* Notice anything. Murray: Ah, Lillian. Me: No shizz. Murray: What brings you here? I wouldn't think you'd want to visit me. Me: Trust me, I don't. Just something lead me to you. Murray: What was that? Me: A few riddles. The second one gave it to me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed hold of the letter with the riddle. I placed it on the table, he took it and began to read it. After he got done, I suppose he was shocked because he looked at me. Murray: W-who wrote this, Lillian? Me: *Folds arms and leans back in the chair* I don't know. You tell me. Murray: *Hands it back to me, I take it* What are you talking about? Me: You read it. Tell me. What really happened on that day, Murray. You were the last one to be in my grandfather's room. Murray: You can't possible believe I killed your grandfather!? Me: I'm not saying I do, and I'm not saying I don't. I just came here for the truth. Murray: What truth? Me: Do... NOT...give me that crap. *Stands up from my chair, slams my hands on the table, leaning towards him* Do you have any idea how much my life has been hell for me? And these stupid riddles don't let it get any easier! Murray: I understand that you are upset about everything. Me: No. You don't. You have no likely idea how much I am upset. Everyone is still upset! Murray: Please. You're too young to be getting this worked up. Me: Don't tell me I'm too young for nothing. Murray: What do you want anyways? Me: I want to know the truth! Murray: What truth!? Me: About Grandpa Michael! What really happened on June 25th all those years ago!? Murray said nothing; I just got fed up, placed my sun glasses back on and began walking towards the door. Before my hand hit the door knob... Murray spoke up. Murray: He is still here. Me: What? Murray: That's the truth. He is still here. Me: Who is still here? I have no idea what you're talking about!? Before Murray could say any more, the visting time was over and the cop came back in to escort me out. I sighed as I walked out of the room with him. What did he mean, "He is still here"? Me: *Placing my sun glasses back on* Cop: Did you enjoy talking to your uncle, son? Me: *In fake voice* Yes, sir. Cop: Come back next weekend, and you can do this again. Me: *Nods my head and walks out of the door* This had to be the dumbest idea ever. But I guess I got what I wanted. I got something that has to deal with the truth. As I walked down the street, I placed the hood covering my hat and took my hat off allowing my blonde hair with curls at the bottom to fall back past my shoulders. I looked into my hat and saw a piece of paper written in there. How did I miss that. I took it and I began reading. This one is actually really interesting... If I do say myself. *I hoped you all like this part... Part 6 will come soon.*
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