Mother; the wanted robber

The innocent mother who never lied to her son

The morning of Monday April 21st 2014.
8:36am

"Knock Knock Knock", "Jeremy, you awake?" called his mother as she latched her cracked finger around the side of the door and forced it to open. The door made a creak and squeal which woke Jeremy up in fright.
"Honey, I have some news" told Jeremy's mother.
"Grandmama died last night in her sleep," said mother as a tear slowly pattered down her face.
"What, but she never finished telling me her stories and she never, never, sa-said goodbye" explained Jeremy as his mum slowly rocked her head from side to side with a sad look.
They both gripped each others hands and began to cry in grief for a few minutes.

Mother lifted her mouth open and began to talk.
" And what is even worse is that, she was paying rent for her cottage in Bulbourke and now they want her belongings moved out in 2 and a half weeks, so I apologize that your holidays will be spent doing that"
"But-but why" cried Jeremy as he latched onto his grandmothers' bible opening the cripple-aged pages that he was reading last night.

His mother stood up from his bed and repeated "we need to start packing now, we will leave in an hour, it's a 5-hour long drive there and we need to start today, I will pick up some boxes on our way out of town. We will be staying there in grandmama's cottage for the next to weeks" wailed Susan his mum as she slowly slumped out the door in major grief.

Jeremy slowly hopped out of his bed, yanked the suitcase from under it, and started piling clothes in the suitcase.

4 hours had passed, by this time susan and Jeremy were a few hours off arriving at grandmamas cottage. The conversation was dead, they last communicated susan called Jeremy to hop in the car.
Jeremy would normally play video games the whole car ride, he hadn't even touched his ipad the whole trip, they both just sat their silently as common tears would float down their cheeks.

2 hours have now passed since then as they pulled into the cottages driveway.
They unpacked their bags and Jeremy made his way to start packing the first room.
The cottage wasn't all that large but grandmama collected alot over her 97 years.

Jeremy walke dinto the room, scanned it then his mouth dropped, the room was tiny, cluttered with what seemed a whole houseful worth of things, he had to climb on her numerous sports trophies from when she was younger to even get inside the room. He started at the entrance.

An hour or two had gone by, Jeremy would constantly ask "What is this, is it important, can i throw it out?".

Jeremy was a fast packer and was able to quickly make and entrance and pathway to acces the room.
Jeremy started decluttering the desk.

His fingers moved like lightning, he would chuck things left and right, in the bin or in the "ask mum" pile.

Jeremy quickly moved onto the draws, he found a stack of old crippled files and documents and as any curious child would do, he started scanning them with his eyes, reading the titles.
He found nothing interesting, just a bunch of old magazine and house bill documents.

Jeremy got to the bottom of the draw, he found pens and pencils scattered everywhere throughout it, they had made marks all over the bottom.
He looked at this mess then found a faint sentence that looked like it was scratched through with a pencil.

He examined this.
He was soon able to read this, it read "TheY won't finD mE, 73947"
Jeremy ran to Susan, they spent minutes trying to decipher the sentence, they looked form bottom to top of the small cottage.
Susan soon found a dented safe with a padlock jammed around the entrance.
Jeremy ran back to the room and shouted to mum "73947".
Susan ran her fingers against the padlock gliding them across the numbers as the padlock rattled "SCccrrrrrrrrtrrrrccscsc" "HERE, OPEN, IT"S OPEN!"
The padlock flew off the safes handle as the door flung open, inside was the easily noticeable Gemstone of Dillany.
Their mouths flew open, so wide that a thousand flies could fit in their.
They stare at each other in disbelief.

"THE GEMSTONE OF DILLANY!!!!"
Jeremy yanked out his phone from his accidentally ripped jeans pocket and his fingers scattered across the screen typing "the history of the gemstone of dillany"

Jeremy began to readout
"The Gemstone was stolen from the queens' palace in 1938"
Susan splurted out "Grandmama was 21 then.
Jeremy continued reading "The Gemstone is worth 156 trillion US dollars and the
Criminal who stole the gemstone is still on the run, they are believed to have been 21 when they stole the gem and live in Bulbourke. The wanted criminal will be charged with 6098 years in jail."
"No no grandma would never, she was such a kind-hearted lady"
Jeremy gasped as his reading tone got louder and louder as he read "The criminals name is Jenitraya Markinason!"

"GRANDMAMA"
"That, that is her name, she she stole the gem, it was all over the news when i was a younger girl, I never knew mum was the thief" screamed Susan in major disbelief and shock.

"BANG", Jeremy fainted.

Eeeeooor, eeooorr, eeeooor, played the sirens as susan looked outside the window to see cop cars racing down the hill, the cops sprung out of the vehicle, smashed the glass door windows with great force and yelled "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST", they jumped behind Susans back and clutched her arms together.

"Jenitraya Markinason, on the run for 70 years"
"We've got the criminal"

"Jeremy woke up before this and screamed "NO no no, we are here because our grandma Jenitraya Markinason died yesterday, she is the criminal and we found the gem here" Jeremy slide the box over to the sergeant's foot.

"I"M SORRY JEREMY- I WAS LYING, MY NAME IS ACTUALLY Jenitraya Markinason AND I LIED".