Marcus Vale was still conscious when Sheriff Mercer reached the detention wing.<\/p>\n
Barely.<\/p>\n
He lay on the concrete floor outside his cell, one side of his face swollen, blood running from a cut above his eyebrow. Two officers worked over him while another photographed the words written across the wall.<\/p>\n
ELEANOR KNEW THE FOURTH.<\/p>\n
Dad stared through the security glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho wrote it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer until the officers finished checking the corridor.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one should have been able to enter that cell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad gave her a hard look.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve heard that sentence before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The access log showed one officer opening the secure door eight minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
That officer swore he had not done it.<\/p>\n
Security footage supported him.<\/p>\n
His badge had been copied.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Sloan\u2019s old access tools had apparently not been completely contained.<\/p>\n
Someone was still using the architecture Grant and Daniel had built.<\/p>\n
Marcus was moved to the infirmary.<\/p>\n
He refused an ambulance until Mercer agreed to let him speak first.<\/p>\n
\u201cStupid,\u201d Dad muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cFear does that,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo does guilt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus\u2019s voice was weak.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant didn\u2019t write that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer stood beside the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Grant doesn\u2019t know the fourth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad leaned forward from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay the name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until Vanessa tells you what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad turned toward my sister.<\/p>\n
Vanessa had followed us from the interview wing.<\/p>\n
She went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus opened his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa shook her head too fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus laughed and winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I said.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cVanessa.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else was at the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you. Marcus came before Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho came after?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s mouth opened.<\/p>\n
Nothing came out.<\/p>\n
I understood before she spoke.<\/p>\n
The fourth person had not been there at the beginning.<\/p>\n
He had arrived later.<\/p>\n
After Mom collapsed.<\/p>\n
After the argument.<\/p>\n
During the twenty-three minutes before the ambulance call.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw someone else,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Vanessa began crying.<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times are we going to find out you knew one more thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo was your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa flinched.<\/p>\n
Dad immediately regretted the words.<\/p>\n
But he did not take them back.<\/p>\n
Mercer placed a chair in front of Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did.<\/p>\n
\u201cStart from the moment Eleanor collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa wrapped both arms around herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom fell beside the table.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConscious?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant searched for the recorder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was in the back hall.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus spoke from the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI left before she fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
Dad noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus said nothing.<\/p>\n
Vanessa continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant called somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long until they arrived?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe ten minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother was on the floor for ten minutes and someone came to the house before an ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA man.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came through the back door.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDescription.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cOlder than Grant. Maybe Dad\u2019s age now, maybe younger. Gray hair. Dark coat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI recognized his voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cChurch.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe barely went to church.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom did.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was true.<\/p>\n
Mom attended St. Mark\u2019s every Sunday until the last year of her life.<\/p>\n
Dad went on Christmas, Easter, weddings and funerals.<\/p>\n
Mom had never pressured him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Vanessa stared at her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cReverend Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name was familiar.<\/p>\n
Thomas Cole.<\/p>\n
No relation despite the surname.<\/p>\n
He had served at St. Mark\u2019s for almost thirty years.<\/p>\n
He had baptized Ethan.<\/p>\n
Presided over Grandma\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
Visited Mom after surgery.<\/p>\n
He had retired six years before she died.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he doing there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
Dad turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at the ceiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t a minister anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had another role.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cWhat role?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMediator.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word sounded absurd.<\/p>\n
Dad almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor murderers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of problems?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople who knew too much. People who owed money. People inside the operation who stopped cooperating.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin crawled.<\/p>\n
Thomas Cole had been the respectable face of the network.<\/p>\n
The person families trusted when everyone else looked suspicious.<\/p>\n
A pastor entering a home after a death raised no alarm.<\/p>\n
A pastor comforting a widow had access.<\/p>\n
A pastor knew who was sick.<\/p>\n
Who lived alone.<\/p>\n
Who had estranged children.<\/p>\n
Who feared hospitals.<\/p>\n
The system widened again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long was he involved?\u201d Mercer asked.<\/p>\n
Marcus shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Grant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Harold?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold started it.<\/p>\n
Thomas helped it survive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do at Eleanor\u2019s house?\u201d Dad asked.<\/p>\n
Marcus\u2019s breathing became shallow.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant called him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Eleanor was still conscious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face emptied.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was Thomas supposed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus did not answer.<\/p>\n
Dad moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was supposed to convince her to sign.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
Even after Mom collapsed, Grant still wanted her signature.<\/p>\n
Even as her breathing failed, he believed he could obtain legal control.<\/p>\n
Vanessa whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s what he tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe spoke to Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told him to go to hell.\u201d<\/p>\n
A tiny, broken smile passed across Dad\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas knelt beside her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if she wanted to protect the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if she signed, nobody else would suffer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThreat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she sign?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe spit at him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Mom had been dying.<\/p>\n
Drugged.<\/p>\n
Assaulted.<\/p>\n
And still fighting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Thomas do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stood up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Grant, \u2018Then finish it.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinish what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad turned.<\/p>\n
Marcus continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas authorized the delay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ambulance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Grant to wait?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil Eleanor stopped talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad gripped the bedrail.<\/p>\n
Mercer stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank.\u201d<\/p>\n
He released it.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked frightened now.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t touch her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice became dangerously quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think that saves him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer asked Marcus why he had denied being present.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Thomas would kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus gave a broken laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat word doesn\u2019t mean what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t seen him in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen last?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor\u2019s funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence landed hard.<\/p>\n
Thomas had officiated Mom\u2019s service.<\/p>\n
I remembered him standing near her urn.<\/p>\n
Speaking about mercy.<\/p>\n
About eternal peace.<\/p>\n
About how the living had to release questions they could never answer.<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told us not to chase answers,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
The memory sharpened.<\/p>\n
Thomas had said grief often creates a need for explanations that life cannot provide.<\/p>\n
At the time it sounded comforting.<\/p>\n
Now it sounded like instruction.<\/p>\n
Dad remembered too.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stood in front of us and told us to stop asking why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer asked Marcus what \u201cEleanor knew the fourth\u201d meant.<\/p>\n
Marcus swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Thomas had been part of Harold\u2019s operation since the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid Pike.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold\u2019s brother.<\/p>\n
The dead accountant.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid documented payments to Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cIntroductions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo vulnerable people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas identified families.<\/p>\n
Elderly members.<\/p>\n
People with money.<\/p>\n
People without close relatives.<\/p>\n
People whose deaths would create property opportunities.<\/p>\n
The moral center of a church community had been feeding names into Harold\u2019s system.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d Mercer asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Eleanor know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Thomas helped choose targets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
The old ledger in Box 908 had listed names.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
Mallory.<\/p>\n
Dad himself as cover.<\/p>\n
But perhaps Mom had found another set of records tying Thomas to the earliest cases.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the evidence?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hid it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Eleanor was smarter than all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at him.<\/p>\n
That was not praise from Marcus.<\/p>\n
It sounded like fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she know about Thomas specifically?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t just finding people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was deciding which ones nobody would fight for.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence sickened me more than the descriptions of money.<\/p>\n
Thomas evaluated human loneliness.<\/p>\n
Measured it.<\/p>\n
Ranked it.<\/p>\n
Turned isolation into opportunity.<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother know Thomas was coming that night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she seem surprised?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa shut her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said, \u2018You too?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n
Not because Mom had learned Thomas was involved.<\/p>\n
Because she had learned it while lying helpless on the floor.<\/p>\n
Another betrayal arriving when she had almost no time left.<\/p>\n
Mercer ordered a search for Thomas Cole.<\/p>\n
His listed retirement home in Florida had been sold three years ago.<\/p>\n
No new property records.<\/p>\n
Pension payments continued into an account.<\/p>\n
Recent withdrawals occurred locally.<\/p>\n
Cash.<\/p>\n
Small amounts.<\/p>\n
Someone had been living nearby without creating much paper.<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy pretend?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame reason people in this network pretend to be dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo become invisible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
A deeper search found a mailing address.<\/p>\n
Post-office box.<\/p>\n
Footage from the post office showed an elderly man collecting mail two weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thinner.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
He drove a blue pickup registered to a charitable trust.<\/p>\n
The trust operated a rural retreat center twenty-eight miles outside town.<\/p>\n
St. Mark\u2019s Outreach Foundation.<\/p>\n
Dad knew it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe volunteered there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course she did.<\/p>\n
Mercer sent deputies immediately.<\/p>\n
The retreat property contained a small chapel, dormitory cabins, a maintenance barn and several acres of woods.<\/p>\n
No Thomas.<\/p>\n
But someone had left recently.<\/p>\n
Coffee still warm.<\/p>\n
Bed unmade.<\/p>\n
Medication on a nightstand.<\/p>\n
A shredder running.<\/p>\n
Inside the shred bin, investigators found fragments of documents.<\/p>\n
One piece contained Mom\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Another contained Harold Pike.<\/p>\n
Another showed a photograph of me as a child.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does Thomas have that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
Then a deputy found a locked basement beneath the chapel.<\/p>\n
Inside were file cabinets.<\/p>\n
Hundreds of folders.<\/p>\n
Each labeled with a family name.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s hand tightened around the photograph.<\/p>\n
Mercer opened the first file.<\/p>\n
Medical notes.<\/p>\n
Property records.<\/p>\n
Obituaries.<\/p>\n
Church counseling notes.<\/p>\n
Confidential conversations.<\/p>\n
Thomas had spent decades collecting vulnerabilities under the protection of pastoral trust.<\/p>\n
One cabinet was labeled COLE.<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did.<\/p>\n
Inside were separate folders.<\/p>\n
FRANK.<\/p>\n
ELEANOR.<\/p>\n
NATALIE.<\/p>\n
VANESSA.<\/p>\n
GRANT.<\/p>\n
And one folder none of us expected.<\/p>\n
ETHAN.<\/p>\n
Vanessa went white.<\/p>\n
Mercer opened Ethan\u2019s file.<\/p>\n
The most recent page was dated six months earlier.<\/p>\n
One handwritten line.<\/p>\n
If pressure required, third generation remains viable.<\/p>\n
Vanessa began shaking.<\/p>\n
Dad swore.<\/p>\n
Thomas had not disappeared from the operation.<\/p>\n
He had been planning contingencies against Ethan months before anyone knew the current crisis would erupt.<\/p>\n
Mercer turned the page.<\/p>\n
Another note.<\/p>\n
G increasingly unstable. D compromised. Prepare independent containment.<\/p>\n
Grant.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Thomas was planning around both of them.<\/p>\n
Not following Grant.<\/p>\n
Managing him.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at Mercer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve been looking at the wrong top of the chain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer yet.<\/p>\n
She opened Thomas\u2019s own ledger.<\/p>\n
The first page contained dates beginning thirty years earlier.<\/p>\n
Long before Grant.<\/p>\n
Long before Mom died.<\/p>\n
Long before David Pike\u2019s fire.<\/p>\n
And written across the top in Thomas\u2019s careful handwriting were five words.<\/p>\n
Harold finds them. I choose.<\/p>\n
Marcus Vale was still conscious when Sheriff Mercer reached the detention wing. Barely. He lay on the concrete floor outside his cell, one side of his face swollen, blood running … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":18275,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18296","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\/18296","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=18296"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18296\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18346,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18296\/revisions\/18346"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}