For several seconds, none of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s finger remained pointed toward my mother\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
The polished stone stood exactly as I had seen it for twelve years.<\/p>\n
ELAINE CLAIRE HARPER.<\/p>\n
Beloved Mother.<\/p>\n
1939\u20132014.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew this moment might come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean we start digging up graves.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice cut between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs my mother buried there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither answered.<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me go still.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she buried there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan looked away.<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cemetery seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
I took one step back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, no?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine was cremated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHenry kept her ashes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the stone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI watched the urn go into the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Alan said quietly. \u201cYou watched a sealed container.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me stand here every Mother\u2019s Day talking to an empty grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s correction made me furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe corporate archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Not because anything was funny.<\/p>\n
Because the alternative was screaming.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou buried company records under my mother\u2019s headstone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at the marker.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe arranged it before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dale could search every bank, house and storage locker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut not a grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the soil.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is down there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA metal document case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the seal book?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original corporate seal book. Stock records. Transfer approvals. Some of the original deeds.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan added, \u201cAnd Elaine\u2019s affidavit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat affidavit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer statement about what happened in 1978 and afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger shifted toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew all of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew some.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that as though it makes things better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer to the grave.<\/p>\n
The grass had been trimmed recently.<\/p>\n
No obvious sign anyone had disturbed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dale owns the cemetery plot?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t,\u201d Thomas said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho does?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
By then, hearing that some hidden thing belonged to me no longer surprised me.<\/p>\n
It made me tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother transferred the family plots to you in 2009.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never signed anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t need to. They were gifted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Alan.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas my signature forged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor once.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted that without argument.<\/p>\n
We could not simply dig.<\/p>\n
Even if my mother\u2019s remains were not there, the site was a registered cemetery plot. Thomas insisted we speak to the cemetery administrator and an attorney before touching anything.<\/p>\n
I wanted to do it immediately.<\/p>\n
Alan stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dale has been tracking you, he may already know we\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
The cemetery road curved behind a row of trees.<\/p>\n
No vehicles.<\/p>\n
Still, I had learned that absence did not mean safety.<\/p>\n
We left separately.<\/p>\n
Thomas took the ledger with him.<\/p>\n
Alan drove me into town.<\/p>\n
I said very little until we reached a diner near the courthouse.<\/p>\n
Then I asked, \u201cWhere are Mom\u2019s ashes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan held his coffee without drinking.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa had them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe scattered them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn the farm where Dad hid.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Mom asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in my anger softened.<\/p>\n
Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Just grief finding a different shape.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe visited Dad there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1999.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter my divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell him about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom asked him not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Someone deciding for me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought Dale was still watching Dad\u2019s old contacts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That at least had logic.<\/p>\n
Terrible logic.<\/p>\n
But logic.<\/p>\n
We hired a local attorney that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Her name was Rachel Munroe.<\/p>\n
She listened without interrupting while I explained enough of the situation to make the request sound legitimate.<\/p>\n
When I finished, she folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re telling me the grave is empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you believe corporate records were stored beneath the burial container.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have any proof?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s written statement.<\/p>\n
The cemetery ownership papers.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s cremation record.<\/p>\n
The absence of any burial permit for remains.<\/p>\n
Rachel reviewed everything.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cWe can petition for supervised access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow quickly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEstate sale Saturday.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is separate property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot if the sale is designed to destroy records.\u201d<\/p>\n
That got her attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the missing ledger beneath the desk.<\/p>\n
The forged bank document.<\/p>\n
The break-in at my house.<\/p>\n
The attack at Thomas\u2019s.<\/p>\n
By the time I finished, Rachel no longer looked skeptical.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling the county clerk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Within an hour, she had arranged an emergency request.<\/p>\n
By late afternoon, a judge authorized limited supervised excavation of the plot because no human remains were registered there.<\/p>\n
The cemetery required its own staff.<\/p>\n
A deputy accompanied us.<\/p>\n
I did not tell Pam or Dale.<\/p>\n
Alan stood beside me.<\/p>\n
Thomas arrived carrying his cane.<\/p>\n
At 5:43 p.m., workers removed the sod.<\/p>\n
I watched the shovel enter soil beneath the stone that carried my mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
My hands trembled.<\/p>\n
Not because I believed we were disturbing her.<\/p>\n
Because I understood that even in death, she had built one final hiding place.<\/p>\n
Two feet down, the shovel struck metal.<\/p>\n
The worker stopped.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
They cleared soil carefully.<\/p>\n
A gray steel case emerged.<\/p>\n
Rust marked the corners.<\/p>\n
The lid was wrapped in heavy plastic and sealed with black tape.<\/p>\n
Rachel photographed everything.<\/p>\n
The deputy recorded the recovery.<\/p>\n
When the case was finally lifted free, I expected it to feel like victory.<\/p>\n
Instead, I felt grief.<\/p>\n
My mother had known enough to bury evidence under her own grave.<\/p>\n
What had her life been like, carrying this?<\/p>\n
We opened the case at Rachel\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Inside were five binders.<\/p>\n
A corporate seal.<\/p>\n
Stock certificates.<\/p>\n
Original deeds.<\/p>\n
Three notarized affidavits.<\/p>\n
A small box of cassette tapes.<\/p>\n
And one envelope addressed to me.<\/p>\n
I recognized my mother\u2019s handwriting immediately.<\/p>\n
Nancy.<\/p>\n
No last name.<\/p>\n
No legal language.<\/p>\n
Just Nancy.<\/p>\n
Rachel asked if I wanted privacy.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
My mother began by saying she had spent years telling herself silence was protection.<\/p>\n
Then she wrote something I had never heard from any member of my family.<\/p>\n
She had been wrong.<\/p>\n
Her words were plain.<\/p>\n
She wrote that Robert\u2019s disappearance protected me from immediate danger, but the lies continued long after the danger justified them.<\/p>\n
She blamed herself.<\/p>\n
She blamed Grandpa.<\/p>\n
She blamed fear.<\/p>\n
Then she explained the company.<\/p>\n
Raymond had stolen first.<\/p>\n
Small amounts.<\/p>\n
Then equipment.<\/p>\n
Then property.<\/p>\n
Dale discovered the scheme as a young man and did not expose it.<\/p>\n
He expanded it.<\/p>\n
He forged approvals.<\/p>\n
He moved valuable properties into companies that Raymond controlled and eventually passed to him.<\/p>\n
My mother discovered what Dale was doing because he asked her to imitate Grandpa\u2019s signature on what he called an insurance form.<\/p>\n
She refused.<\/p>\n
Later she found documents using a copy of her handwriting.<\/p>\n
That was when she realized Dale had learned to reproduce signatures.<\/p>\n
Including mine.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDale forged my signature in 2001.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Alan said Pam did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Pam copied my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what Grandpa told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas cursed quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHenry was protecting her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPam?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I continued reading.<\/p>\n
My mother wrote that Pamela Harper had once forged my name.<\/p>\n
But not on the safe-deposit restriction.<\/p>\n
Pam had signed my name years earlier to protect one parcel from being transferred to Dale.<\/p>\n
The 2001 bank forgery was different.<\/p>\n
Dale had done that.<\/p>\n
Grandpa let Alan believe Pam was responsible because exposing Dale too early would have warned him that the family was preserving evidence.<\/p>\n
I put the letter down.<\/p>\n
\u201cEven now Grandpa\u2019s lies are still unfolding.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one disagreed.<\/p>\n
I resumed.<\/p>\n
The affidavit explained that Dale paid my ex-husband Robert Ellis fifty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Not simply to stay quiet about my trust.<\/p>\n
To obtain samples of my signature.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Robert had access to everything then.<\/p>\n
Tax forms.<\/p>\n
Insurance forms.<\/p>\n
Mortgage papers.<\/p>\n
Checks.<\/p>\n
Dale used those samples for years.<\/p>\n
The letter continued.<\/p>\n
My mother discovered the payments after my divorce.<\/p>\n
That was why Grandpa began moving evidence out of houses and banks.<\/p>\n
That was why Box 114 was restricted.<\/p>\n
That was why Dale was banned from certain files.<\/p>\n
And that was why Grandpa bought bonds over time.<\/p>\n
Each one corresponded to a transaction Dale attempted to erase.<\/p>\n
Seventeen bonds.<\/p>\n
Seventeen transactions.<\/p>\n
Rachel leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf those dates match these deeds, this is significant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cThey will.\u201d<\/p>\n
We opened the first binder.<\/p>\n
Corporate minutes from Harper Industrial.<\/p>\n
The company\u2019s original ownership structure was simple.<\/p>\n
Henry Harper held sixty percent.<\/p>\n
Raymond held twenty.<\/p>\n
A family trust held twenty.<\/p>\n
The trust beneficiary was listed as Nancy Lee Harper.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father gave his shares to the trust before disappearing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad owned part of the company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty percent.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Alan.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you get?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t Robert\u2019s biological son.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
That had never been discussed.<\/p>\n
I stared at my brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was Mom\u2019s first husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely absorb another family secret.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad raise you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he was your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That seemed to matter more than blood.<\/p>\n
I returned to the documents.<\/p>\n
The next binder listed property acquisitions.<\/p>\n
The industrial tract Thomas had mentioned.<\/p>\n
Warehouses.<\/p>\n
Land.<\/p>\n
Equipment.<\/p>\n
My trust\u2019s interest appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Then, beginning in the early 1980s, forged transfers moved those interests elsewhere.<\/p>\n
Rachel compared signatures.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey aren\u2019t identical.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe forger copied forms rather than writing naturally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDale was good, not perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
The third binder contained payments.<\/p>\n
One name appeared again and again through different companies.<\/p>\n
Edward Harper.<\/p>\n
Dale.<\/p>\n
Hundreds of thousands over time.<\/p>\n
Then millions.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t just old theft,\u201d Rachel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned several pages.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese entities still receive rents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
She calculated briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBased on these schedules, potentially substantial annual income.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBelonging to whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat requires litigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is entitled to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf these documents are authentic, at least part of the ownership may never have legally left the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
That meant Dale\u2019s fear was not about Grandpa\u2019s furniture.<\/p>\n
It was about current money.<\/p>\n
Active property.<\/p>\n
Ongoing income.<\/p>\n
Rachel opened the fourth binder.<\/p>\n
Inside were photocopies of checks.<\/p>\n
One dated six months earlier.<\/p>\n
Paid from Harper Storage Holdings.<\/p>\n
Signed by Dale.<\/p>\n
Payee:<\/p>\n
PAMELA HARPER.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
I looked at Alan.<\/p>\n
Thomas said nothing.<\/p>\n
My phone was already in my hand.<\/p>\n
I called Pam.<\/p>\n
She answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cNancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Dale pay you twenty-five thousand dollars six months ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cPam?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me what it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have had forty years to practice that sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNancy, listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you take money from Dale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep him calm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was buying time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing became uneven.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the date again.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had still been alive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoving the last records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ones buried under Mom\u2019s grave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are more?\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Grandpa not to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUse the estate sale.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sale was his idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every person in the room stopped moving.<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa planned the estate sale before he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make Dale search the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt suddenly cold.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had not merely hidden evidence.<\/p>\n
He had set a trap.<\/p>\n
Pam continued before I could speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew Dale would panic if you found the bonds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Grandpa know I\u2019d find them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he arranged for Dale to hire you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grip tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDale thought cleaning the basement was his idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Grandpa arrange it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suggested it after the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam\u2019s voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me months ago exactly what to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the seventeen bonds resting beside Rachel\u2019s legal pad.<\/p>\n
The basement job.<\/p>\n
The furnace.<\/p>\n
The estate sale.<\/p>\n
My discovery.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had anticipated all of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the trap supposed to reveal?\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam breathed out slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho Dale contacted after you found the bonds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did he contact?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI put a tracker on you because I thought Dale would follow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tracked the wrong person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tracked both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cAnd Dale drove somewhere last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA farmhouse outside Macon.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart thudded.<\/p>\n
The farmhouse.<\/p>\n
The one where my father had hidden after the accident.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Dad there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause after Dale left, another man arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t see his face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why does that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he drove Grandpa\u2019s Buick.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
Grandpa\u2019s Buick had supposedly been sold two years earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has Grandpa\u2019s Buick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam\u2019s voice dropped almost to a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one was supposed to.\u201d<\/p>\n
A new message appeared while we were talking.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
A photograph loaded.<\/p>\n
The farmhouse.<\/p>\n
Taken at dusk.<\/p>\n
In front of it stood a man.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thin.<\/p>\n
But unmistakable from the photograph in Box 114.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Robert Harper.<\/p>\n
And beside him was Dale.<\/p>\n
The timestamp was from the previous night.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
My father had warned me about Dale.<\/p>\n
Now they were meeting in secret.<\/p>\n
Under the picture was a single sentence.<\/p>\n
Ask Robert which side he is really on.<\/p>\n
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