The label stayed in Martin\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
My name looked perfectly ordinary beneath Graham\u2019s address.<\/p>\n
Evelyn Walsh.<\/p>\n
No misspelling. No invented middle initial. No obvious mistake I could seize upon and use to dismiss the whole thing as amateur fraud.<\/p>\n
Someone had packaged my dead husband\u2019s missing journal inside a house I owned, or wanted us to believe they had, then sent it to a man Thomas had distrusted for years.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me that,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Martin handed me the photograph instead of the original evidence.<\/p>\n
The shipping label had been printed. Beneath the return address was a tracking number and a postmark from a postal counter less than two miles from Graham\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Victor answered from beside the police officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cFour days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was after I moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after Paige started clearing my room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paige was not there to hear it. Graham had come alone.<\/p>\n
He stared at the photograph over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould someone have mailed it without ever entering the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d Martin said. \u201cA return address proves very little by itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why use Mom\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor answered before Martin could.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo point at her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr to point away from whoever actually sent it,\u201d Martin said.<\/p>\n
The detective arrived shortly afterward.<\/p>\n
Detective Lena Ortiz was perhaps fifty, compact, observant, and uninterested in anybody\u2019s dramatic theories. I liked her almost immediately.<\/p>\n
She separated Victor from the rest of us.<\/p>\n
He handed over his phone, the packaging in which the journal had arrived, the business card bearing Arthur Bell\u2019s name, and the green journal itself.<\/p>\n
Seeing Thomas\u2019s handwriting through the evidence sleeve nearly undid me.<\/p>\n
I had spent days thinking about forged signatures.<\/p>\n
Now there were pages covered in the real thing.<\/p>\n
Ortiz noticed my expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognize it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout opening it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cover. The damage along the spine. That mark near the corner.\u201d<\/p>\n
A crescent-shaped stain darkened the green cloth.<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLake water.\u201d<\/p>\n
Graham looked at me.<\/p>\n
I explained.<\/p>\n
Thomas had dropped the journal from a dock one summer. He caught it before it sank, then spent an afternoon separating damp pages with pieces of newspaper.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe refused to replace it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said a notebook that survived drowning had earned retirement on its own terms.\u201d<\/p>\n
Graham laughed once.<\/p>\n
The sound broke halfway through.<\/p>\n
Ortiz took the journal.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we\u2019ll treat it carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor was taken to the station for a formal interview.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t forge the amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still might.\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
After the police left, Graham remained in my driveway.<\/p>\n
Martin wanted me inside.<\/p>\n
I wanted answers.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo home,\u201d I told Graham.<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeriously?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone mailed Dad\u2019s journal using my address and your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich means your house may matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why I should stay with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly why you should go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
He understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to look for something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I want you to notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking makes people decide too early what they expect to find.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin gave me an approving glance.<\/p>\n
Graham sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m supposed to walk around my own house being philosophical?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could begin with the doorbell camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it record continuously?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMotion events.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin asked, \u201cHow far back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty days, unless something gets saved.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first genuinely useful piece of information we had received all evening.<\/p>\n
Graham pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n
The camera application loaded.<\/p>\n
He scrolled backward.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s nothing before last Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe history is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you delete it manually?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige and me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer sat badly.<\/p>\n
Graham heard it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say anything,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t delete security footage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do not know that it was deleted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are different statements.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked frustrated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, you\u2019ve spent a week telling me not to surrender my judgment. I\u2019m using it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen use all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means your wife may have deleted footage. Your camera service may have malfunctioned. Someone may have accessed your account. Or there may be another explanation we haven\u2019t considered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall the provider tomorrow. Do not alter the account tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Graham agreed.<\/p>\n
When he finally left, I went inside and locked the door.<\/p>\n
I did not sleep much.<\/p>\n
At seven the next morning, Detective Ortiz called.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat upright in bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe post office has surveillance.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re obtaining the relevant footage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHopefully today.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else. The package Victor received was paid for in cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds deliberate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFingerprints?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo early.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the journal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll examine it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective, Thomas wrote in that book.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere may be things unrelated to this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll limit examination to what\u2019s relevant where possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
By noon, Graham called.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe camera company says the history was deleted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put down the pruning shears.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan they tell who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey can tell it happened through the mobile app.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich phone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sounded exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask Paige?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says she didn\u2019t do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you believe her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least he had stopped pretending certainty was the same as judgment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes she know you called the camera company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did she react?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAngry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also said something weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked whether Dad ever had keys copied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeys to what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas died before you moved there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was thinking about old T&E properties.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made even less sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cGraham, do not investigate Paige.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to understand my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is different. Keep it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
At three sixteen, Ortiz called again.<\/p>\n
This time she asked me to come to the station.<\/p>\n
Martin met me there.<\/p>\n
The detective led us into a small interview room and placed a laptop on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe obtained footage from the postal counter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you identify the sender?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe identified the person who mailed the package.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz turned the screen toward me.<\/p>\n
The image was grainy but clear enough.<\/p>\n
A man in a baseball cap stood at the counter.<\/p>\n
Medium height.<\/p>\n
Gray jacket.<\/p>\n
He kept his head down while paying cash.<\/p>\n
I did not recognize him.<\/p>\n
Martin leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you enlarge it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz did.<\/p>\n
The man turned slightly.<\/p>\n
His face remained partly obscured.<\/p>\n
But his left hand rested on the counter.<\/p>\n
A gold ring.<\/p>\n
Unusual shape.<\/p>\n
Square black stone.<\/p>\n
Martin became very still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve seen that ring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Bell wore one.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could be anyone\u2019s ring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Arthur disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeventeen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz watched both of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believe this could be Bell?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin studied the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe it could be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the man.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Heavier than Arthur had been.<\/p>\n
But something about the shoulders bothered me.<\/p>\n
Arthur had always held himself slightly forward, as though listening to a conversation happening one room away.<\/p>\n
The man on the screen stood the same way.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Ortiz started the footage.<\/p>\n
The man passed the parcel across the counter.<\/p>\n
The clerk said something.<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
For perhaps one second, the camera caught the side of his face.<\/p>\n
A pale line ran from his ear toward his jaw.<\/p>\n
I gripped the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
Arthur Bell had possessed a scar there.<\/p>\n
He told everyone it came from a childhood bicycle accident.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz froze the image.<\/p>\n
Martin whispered, \u201cMy God.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard myself say, \u201cThat\u2019s Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz did not share our certainty.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believe it resembles him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed to the scar.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective wrote something down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was Bell legally declared dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years after his disappearance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho handled the declaration?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assisted his sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there life insurance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEstate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMinimal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we begin with the possibility that Arthur Bell survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cBegin?\u201d<\/p>\n
She met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Walsh, people resemble other people. Old memories are imperfect. We verify before we build a case around recognition.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas would have liked her.<\/p>\n
I hated how much sense she made.<\/p>\n
When I returned to the cottage, Ruth was waiting.<\/p>\n
I told her.<\/p>\n
She sat at the kitchen table, staring at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe dead accountant is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective Ortiz would correct me if I stated it as fact.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective Ortiz isn\u2019t here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I poured tea.<\/p>\n
Ruth watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat aren\u2019t you telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do that thing with your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe thing you\u2019ve done since we were children when you know something you don\u2019t want to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat opposite her.<\/p>\n
There was one memory I had not mentioned to Martin.<\/p>\n
Not because I intended to hide it.<\/p>\n
Because until I saw Arthur\u2019s face, I had not understood its importance.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe week before Arthur disappeared,\u201d I said, \u201che came to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at my tea.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur told me Thomas was making financial decisions that could destroy the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Arthur want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted me to sign something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA temporary authorization allowing him to review accounts without Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Thomas know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Arthur was panicking. Two days later Thomas said he had fired him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then Arthur vanished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I don\u2019t think you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did Arthur say when you refused?\u201d<\/p>\n
The memory returned with uncomfortable clarity.<\/p>\n
Arthur standing beside our old kitchen door.<\/p>\n
Rain on his coat.<\/p>\n
His black-stone ring tapping against the folder in his hand.<\/p>\n
He had looked frightened.<\/p>\n
Or wanted me to think he was.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Thomas was protecting someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth waited.<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he said, \u2018When this finally comes apart, Evelyn, ask yourself why Thomas was willing to lose everything for Graham.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth sat back.<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
Thomas had later protected Graham from Victor\u2019s threat.<\/p>\n
At the time Arthur spoke, I knew nothing about the forged checks.<\/p>\n
Nothing about Victor\u2019s recording.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the money routed through my son\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Had Arthur known?<\/p>\n
More troublingly, had Arthur been involved?<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Martin.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn, Ortiz found something in Thomas\u2019s journal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA list of payments.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the others?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re marked A.B.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur Bell.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than Victor ever took.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much, Martin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust over six hundred thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a note beneath the total.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin read the meaning rather than Thomas\u2019s exact words.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas believed Arthur knew where the money had gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s one final notation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas wrote that if he died before recovering it, the answer was in the first property T&E ever bought.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Ruth stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat property?\u201d Martin asked.<\/p>\n
I knew immediately.<\/p>\n
A neglected duplex Thomas and I had purchased before Graham was born.<\/p>\n
We sold it decades ago.<\/p>\n
Or thought we had.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin,\u201d I said slowly, \u201cthat property was on Mercer Street.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely get the words out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe duplex wasn\u2019t the first thing T&E bought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was?\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Thomas smiling when he signed the papers, telling me that one day the useless little purchase might surprise us.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn empty parcel behind it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the cottage window.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs far as I know, we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The label stayed in Martin\u2019s hand. My name looked perfectly ordinary beneath Graham\u2019s address. Evelyn Walsh. No misspelling. No invented middle initial. No obvious mistake I could seize upon and … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11979,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11988","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11988","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11988"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11988\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12012,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11988\/revisions\/12012"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11988"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11988"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11988"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}