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“Thank you for your help. Mr. Barnes, please go on home in case the kidnappers call. Do you have a family member we can call to be with you?” Officer Grayson asked. “Margaret is my world. I’ll be okay.” “Do you want us to escort you home?” “Oh, no, that’s all right, I’ll go on home,” he said, going toward his car, as the officers went to their vehicle. Noticing Rosy coming out of the store, Andrew waited, she said, “Please, come inside.” Putting her arm around his shoulder, she helped him into the store and locked the door. Sobbing hysterically, he asked, “What am I going to do? I can’t live without her,” he said, ignoring her request to call his son. “Give me a minute to get Jerry's number and call him,” Rosy said going over to the counter, removed a small file box. With trembling hands, she called the number, “Mr. Barnes, this is Rosy at the cleaners. Please, come down at once.” “Rosy, what’s wrong?” “It’s your father. He needs you. Please, come now.” “Tell Dad, I’m on my way,” Jerry said, hanging up the phone, raising his voice. “Honey, I’ll be back. Dad needs me!” Grabbing his keys, and cell phone, out the door, he went before Marlene entered the living room. +++ While driving, Jerry struggled to keep his mind on his driving, and questioned, “What could be wrong? Why is Dad at the cleaners? Does Mom know he is down there? I need to slow down before I get into trouble. If I’m going to help Dad, I need to control myself. First, I need to

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