The GreyHatter (Completed)

Chapter 7

After I took a shower, I immediately got dressed then turned on the TV. While I switched to the news, I grabbed a granola bar from a blue plastic bowl then take a huge bite out of it.

A petite young woman with mousey brown hair and a fifties purple dress began filling details about the Mayor's reelection for about three hours straight. I was going to turn off the TV, but my father's face appeared on the screen.

"Oh no," I gasped. "It's been over a month ago since Zechariah Feierabend, a thirty year old computer engineer, has been arrested for soliciting bribes from all over the world, the question is, how long will the thief be kept from prison?"

I turned off the TV then changed out of my casual clothes. Instead of wearing my favorite black leather jacket and blue jeans, I rummaged my closet until I found what I was looking for: my luxurious black suit that I had gotten from Clarence. After I put it on, I brushed my hair with a skinny comb, adjusted my black tie, placed green contacts in my eyes, and rubbed citrus- scented lotion all over my face.

After hours of fixing the creases in my suit, I shoved some forged documents in a brown leather suitcase then headed off to the bank.

"Hello sir," said the woman in the front desk. "How may I help you?" I flashed a charming smile then politely asked, "Do you know where my uncle's deposit box is?" The woman raised her eyebrows as if it was the dumbest question she has ever heard.

"Forgive me," I said. "My uncle has recently passed away in a car accident. He was the only person I have ever known." "I'm really sorry to hear that, sir." the woman in the desk said, blinking away her tears. "Here is my uncle's will," I said, rummaging my suitcase then handing the woman the paper.

She read it extremely carefully without blinking."Oh okay, follow me." the woman insisted. She tied her strawberry blonde hair into a small bun then rose up from her seat. Her body was too skinny and too tall that almost made me laugh. The woman led me to a small area where they keep all of the safety deposit boxes.

"What number is your deposit box?" she asked politely. "Eleven" I answered calmly. The box was on the top left-hand corner of where we were standing. The three numbers (#011) was chiseled on the center of the chest. The woman shoved the key into the slot then opened the box. The box revealed all of its contents: endless amounts of cash and some old documents. "Thank you," I say. The woman looked at me curiously then asked, "So what was your uncle's name?"

"Clermont Jarvis," I lied carefully. As the woman walked back to her desk, I collected fifty dollars then placed it into my suitcase. I simply closed the box, locking it with Clarence's key. I checked for any cameras as I slowly wiped away my fingerprints with my tie then turned in my key to the woman.

"Have a great afternoon," the woman beamed, politely taking the safety deposit key. "You too," I complimented. I walked out of the bank then marched out of the bank. Now that I have stolen Clarence's money, it was time to pay a visit to the police station.

"You must be the thief's son, right?" the policeman with a coffee stain on his uniform tie. "Grandson sir," I lied, not looking in his eyes. I quickly signed "I'm just warning you, don't judge a book-" the policeman began. "Whatever," I interrupted. "Just let me see him." "Your funeral," he muttered.

He took me to a row of metal jail cells full of crafty criminals until we came to the end of the room. "Hey man," the policeman calls to the man sitting on the dirty floor. "Your grandson wants to see you." The man swivel his head to look then saw my face.

"Godspeed," the policeman groaned as he walked out the door. "Wyatt," the man gasped. "Is that you?" I walked towards him and let him touch my face. "Hey Dad," I smiled. "How are you doing?"

"My son," he breathed in amazement.