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Nothing, that is, until consciousness returned me to the waking world where I was greeted by a terrible pain on the side of my head. I groaned and tried to move away from my own body, but a pair of strong hands pinned me to the floor.
“Easy there, pumpkin,” my grandfather soothed. My eyes flitted open and I saw my grandfather kneeling over me. There was a terrible gash down his left temple, and dried blood coated the left side of his face. His lips were tightly pursed and his eyes studied me with worry. “They gave you a bad knock.”
My eyes widened. “Grandma! Is Grandma-”
“Gone, but lay still,” he insisted.
“We have to call the police!” I pleaded.
He shook his head. “That won’t work. Not in this case.”
My mouth dropped open. “But she’s been kidnapped! We have to-”
“We h
