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“You knew our granddaughter was pregnant,” Margaret said, thinking that eventually, someone would tell them. “We didn’t know that. How did he feel about being a father at his age?” Officer Hawkins asked when it didn’t shock him. She knew he was lying and knew all along about the pregnancy, Margaret watched as he wrote on his pad. “At first, it upset Jeremy. You should have seen how he perked up once we said we would help them. In fact, I would say it energized him, and he even said he wanted to marry our granddaughter. He was happy when he left, and we never saw him again. Do you think he is still here? Would you like to check the house to make sure?” Margaret said, remaining calm. “It would be nice, to take a look around, if you don’t mind.” Officer Smith said. “Come with me,” Margaret said leading the way up the stairs, she waited until they checked each bedroom, closet, and the attic. When they finished they went downstairs and checked the rooms, Officer Hawkins asked, “Do you have a basement?” “Sure come with me,” Margaret said, leading the way to the basement. Looking around without touching anything, finally, Officer Smith said, “Thank you for your help. Come on Ron, we need to get out of here. There’s no one down here.” Smiling, Margaret watched Officer Smith get down on his hands and knees to look under the bed, wiping his hands around on the carpet as if looking for a trap door, he said, “Give me a minute.” “I hope there

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