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afraid we have two uncooperative children."

    Gran fidgeted with the trim of her dress. It's hard to believe she's related to Mum. Gran is frail and colorless, like a stick person really, while Mum in the photos always looked so happy and full of life. "They're just children," she managed. "Surely you can't blame them."

    "Pah!" Gramps said. "This is ridiculous, Inspector. They aren't responsible!"

    Gramps is a former rugby player. He has beefy arms, a belly much too big for his shirt, and eyes sunk deep in his face, as if someone had punched them (well, actually Dad had punched them years ago, but that's another story). Gramps is quite scary looking. Usually people got out of his way, but Inspector Williams didn't seem impressed.

    "Mr. Faust," he said, "what do you imagine the morning headlines will read? 'British Museum attacked. Rosetta Stone destroyed.' Your son-in-law--"

    "Former son-in-law," Gramps corrected.

    "--was most likely vaporized in the explosion, or he ran off, in which case--"

    "He didn't run off!" I shouted.

    "We need to know where he is," the inspector continued. "And the only witnesses, your grandchildren, refuse to tell me the truth."

    "We did tell you the truth," Carter said. "Dad isn't dead. He sank through the floor."

    Inspector Williams glanced at Gramps, as if to say, There, you see? Then he turned to Carter.

    "Young man, your father has committed a criminal act. He's left you behind to deal with the consquences--"

    "That's not true!" I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. I couldn't believe Dad would intentionally leave us at the mercy of police, of course. But the idea of him abandoning me--well, as I might have mentioned, that's a bit of a sore point.

    "Dear, please," Gran told me, "the inspector is only doing his job."

    "Badly!" I said.

    "Let's all have some tea," Gran suggested.

    "No!" Carter and I yelled at once, which made me feel bad for Gran, as she practically wilted into the sofa.

    "We can charge you," the inspector warned, turning on me. "We can and we will--"

    He froze. Then he blinked several times, as if he'd forgotten what he was doing.

    Gramps frowned. "Er, Inspector?"

    "Yes..." Chief Inspector Williams murmured dreamily. He reached in his pocket and took out a little blue booklet--an American passport. He threw it in Carter's lap.

    "You're being deported," the inspector announced. "You're to leave the country within twentyfour hours. If we need to question you further, you'll be contacted through the FBI."

    Carter's mouth fell open. He looked at me, and I knew I wasn't imagining how odd this was.
    The inspector had completely changed direction. He'd been about to arrest us. I was sure of it.
    And then out of the blue, he was deporting Carter? Even the other police officers looked confused.

    "Sir?" the policewoman asked. "Are you sure--"

    "Quiet, Linley. The two of you may go."

    The cops hesitated until Williams made a shooing motion with his hand. Then they left, closing the door behind them.

    "Hold on," Carter said. "My father's disappeared, and you want me to leave the country?"

    "Your father is either dead or a fugitive, son," the inspector said. "Deportation is the kindest option. It's already been arranged."

    "With whom?" Gramps demanded. "Who authorized this?"

    "With..." The inspector got that funny blank look again. "With the proper authorities. Believe me, it's better than prison."

    Carter looked too devastated to speak, but before I could feel sorry for him, Inspector Williams turned to me. "You, too, miss."

    He might as well have hit me with a sledgehammer.

    "You're deporting me?" I asked. "I live here!"

    "You're an American citizen. And under the circumstances, it's best for you to return home."

    I just stared at him. I couldn't remember any home except this flat. My mates at school, my room, everything I knew was here. "Where am I supposed to go?"

    "Inspector," Gran said, her voice trembling. "This isn't fair. I can't believe--"

    "I'll