Chapter 6 - The Deputy's Arrival
The two deputies stepped onto the wooden porch. The lead deputy, a stern man in his 50s, didn't look at Preston with respect. He looked at him with intense, calculated suspicion.
Preston immediately flashed his charismatic smile, stepping forward with his hand outstretched.
"Officers, thank goodness you're here," Preston lied smoothly, acting perfectly for the rolling camera. "My brother is experiencing a mental health crisis. He’s locked himself inside my property and is refusing to leave. My aunt has the official deed right here."
Preston gestured to Darlene, who nervously handed the clipboard to the deputy.
The deputy took the clipboard, glancing at the forged signature and Darlene’s notary stamp.
"Is this the quitclaim deed you filed with the county clerk on Thursday afternoon?" the deputy asked, his voice entirely devoid of emotion.
"Yes, officer," the father chimed in proudly. "Silus signed it right in front of us at the kitchen table on Thursday morning. Darlene notarized it legally."
The deputy didn't hand the clipboard back. Instead, he pulled a small, silver digital audio recorder from his tactical vest.
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"That's a very interesting story," the deputy said coldly. "Because the homeowner isn't inside the house right now."
👉 If Silus isn't inside the house, where is his voice coming from?
