The funeral ended about an hour ago, and now Jacob and I were at the gathering honoring Izza's death. Jacob sighed, and was talking to David who was also at the funeral. I was talking to Izza's mother, Mrs. Miller, who was raising Izza on her own as a single mother.

"If there's anything you need, you know where to find me," I spoke. Mrs. Miller smiled, and thanked me. I walked up to Jacob, as he was still talking to David. I wanted to see how he was holding up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Jacob didn't look sad at all. But for David, as Jacob was talking to him, he looked like he was suspicious of him. "Izza was a good friend," Jacob said. I chuckled, "Yeah, I know she was."

I glanced over at David, and he softly smiled. "I miss Izza," Jacob said. Then a couple of minutes later, Detective Sailor had interrupted the gathering and Mrs. Miller answered the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, is Jacob Morgan here?"

Mrs. Miller pointed out to Jacob and I, "Jacob Morgan, please turn around and put your hands behind your back," Detective Sailor said, pulling out the handcuffs. "What?" I asked, in confusion.

I just looked at Jacob. People inside were noticing what was happening. Even Mrs. Miller, who I have been friends with since I met Izza for the very first time. "Put your hands behind your back please, Mr. Morgan." I sighed, chuckling.

"What is going on?" I asked. Jacob was getting all worked up, frustrated and Detective Sailor rudely touched Jacob, crossed his arms and hands together behind his back. "Jacob Morgan, you're under arrest for the murder of Izza Miller.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say can be used against you in a court of law." Jacob started walking up to the police car and he got inside of it.

I didn't know what was going on, until a click in my mind that Jacob is possibly committed for murder. I sighed, and I immediately went for my car.I cranked up the engine and I followed the police to the police station. Jacob was brought into the interrogation room. He didn't want to speak until I was in the room with him.

In the interrogation room, I was sitting next to Jacob. He was very nervous, and I was trying to keep him calm. Until Detective Sailor came inside the room with his partner, and I was making sure that Jacob knew what he was doing.

"Jacob, do you know why you're here?" Detective Sailor asked.

Jacob murmured.

"You are here because you committed a crime," Detective Sailor said.

Jacob was being all hyped up, and I explained to Detective Sailor that he doesn't like being touched.

I also explained to Detective Sailor to be careful the next time he hurts Jacob. I don't imply that kind of behavior.

"There was a knife located at the scene, and the DNA was proven that your fingerprints were a match to the murder weapon."

I was very shocked. I just looked at Jacob.

"I don't know, I don't know." Jacob said in frustration. Detective Sailor had looked at him weirdly, like he knew Jacob had a little bit of a learning disability.

"Jake, it's okay, just answer the detective's questions."

Jacob just looked at me, and I smiled. He looked at Detective Sailor and then he told him that he didn't do it. That he didn't kill Izza. Detective Sailor sighed, ''I was trying to keep Jacob calm, he has a severe case of hyperactivity and autism.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Detective Sailor asked rudely.

"Yes, he's autistic if that's what you mean?"

Detective Sailor sighed, he didn't like the way I replied to him, and Jacob was stating he wants to go home. "Not until you answer my questions, Jacob."

"No, I want to go home," Jacob was throwing a tantrum. I was doing my best to keep him calm.

Detective Sailors partner Evan, he was trying to be polite to Jacob. He was explaining to Jacob nicely that Jacob isn't into any trouble or anything, they just wanted to ask some questions.

"It's like taking a test, you know how a test asks questions and you answer them correctly?" Jacob shook his head, yes. I just smiled at him, realizing how much I love my autistic brother.

"Is it okay Jacob, if you can answer them honestly?" Detective Evans asked, smiling a little.

"Okay," Jacob said. I sighed, and then I stroked Jacobs' hair, smiling as I was making sure he knew he wasn't into trouble. "Okay, that's a good boy," Detective Evans said. I sighed, and I continued giving my support to Jacob.