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She nodded. The woman who was wearing jeans and a black wind cheater explained that she was with

the police. I'd like to talk to you for a minute. It's about your son, Edwin. We're arresting him.

Jose stared, frozen. The woman asked if she would accompany them. Werely, Jose agreed.

At the police car, the officer told her they intended to surprise her son at the family

home in Barandrecht, just south of Rotterdam, and arrest him on the spot. She asked if Jose wanted

to be there for his son's arrest. No, she replied grimly. It felt as if she had just betrayed her son.

To stand by and watch would make it even worse. The police asked Jose for her house keys and dropped

her off at a plaza by the local supermarket a few blocks from her house. She felt terrible,

as the officers drove away to arrest her eldest child, just a troubled 17-year-old.

A little while later, three officers emerged from the house as scored Edwin between them.

The offered no resistance. Edwin was taken to detention center in Halten, near Utrecht.

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