Detective Shah told us not to confront Samuel.<\/p>\n
I agreed.<\/p>\n
Then spent the entire drive back to Willow Creek imagining confronting Samuel.<\/p>\n
There are differences between intention and fantasy.<\/p>\n
I had several excellent speeches prepared by the time we reached the house.<\/p>\n
None were useful.<\/p>\n
Richard met us there.<\/p>\n
He read Harold\u2019s letter twice.<\/p>\n
Then a third time.<\/p>\n
His expression grew tighter with each pass.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall Samuel,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows where the records are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband told me to call him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFifteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat instruction still seems relevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard folded the letter carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice are already with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective Shah sent officers to preserve his office records the moment Elena called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPreserve?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrevent destruction.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phrase landed badly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think he\u2019d destroy them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was beginning to resent everyone\u2019s devotion to uncertainty.<\/p>\n
Daniel stood at the kitchen island.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did Grandpa uncover?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked toward Harold\u2019s notes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf his conclusion was correct, Thomas\u2019s project may have been a vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor laundering money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa, or whoever used that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of inflated land purchases.<\/p>\n
Consulting contracts.<\/p>\n
Off-book agreements.<\/p>\n
Harold had not merely rejected a bad investment.<\/p>\n
He had interrupted something.<\/p>\n
Maybe Thomas never fully understood what.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had been desperate enough not to ask.<\/p>\n
Daniel rubbed his hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo these people have cared about Dad\u2019s records for fifteen years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot necessarily continuously,\u201d Richard said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut recently enough to investigate again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy now?\u201d<\/p>\n
That remained the question.<\/p>\n
What changed four months before my win?<\/p>\n
Harold had been dead nearly two years.<\/p>\n
Thomas bankrupt for more than a decade.<\/p>\n
The old development project gone.<\/p>\n
Why reopen it?<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel wants to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says Harold\u2019s complete records exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt his office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says Harold instructed him not to unless someone revived Red Mesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the letter.<\/p>\n
If anyone ever comes asking about Red Mesa, call Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Samuel still didn\u2019t tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he ignored Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly because he was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what we need to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cCan Margaret attend?\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot initially.\u201d<\/p>\n
I started to object.<\/p>\n
Then she added, \u201cBut I can arrange a recorded conversation later if counsel agrees.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll try.\u201d<\/p>\n
After the call, Daniel made sandwiches.<\/p>\n
It was such an ordinary act that I nearly cried.<\/p>\n
He moved around my kitchen opening drawers he did not know yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are knives?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSecond drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlates?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCabinet left of sink.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMustard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRefrigerator door.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou bought mustard already?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m wealthy, not uncivilized.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
The sound helped.<\/p>\n
We ate standing at the island.<\/p>\n
I realized I had barely eaten since yesterday.<\/p>\n
Fear consumes appetite until the body eventually refuses the arrangement.<\/p>\n
At two thirty, Detective Shah called again.<\/p>\n
Samuel had agreed.<\/p>\n
We went downtown.<\/p>\n
Not everyone.<\/p>\n
Elena stayed with Daniel.<\/p>\n
Richard came with me.<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s attorney sat beside him in a conference room inside the station.<\/p>\n
Samuel looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
No tie.<\/p>\n
White shirt wrinkled.<\/p>\n
Eyes red.<\/p>\n
I had seen him nervous only once before, years earlier when he accidentally filed one of Harold\u2019s estimated tax payments under the wrong quarter.<\/p>\n
He corrected it within an hour and apologized for six months.<\/p>\n
This man looked different.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat opposite him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
His attorney began speaking.<\/p>\n
I raised a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking questions yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband left me a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt more than surprise would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
His attorney shifted.<\/p>\n
Samuel answered anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Harold told me not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa contacted you months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was exactly the condition he described.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had not expected that.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his palms together.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen they hired me, I knew the name bothered me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remembered it from Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot clearly at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had complete records of something dangerous and forgot the name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were sealed.\u201d<\/p>\n
His attorney said, \u201cSamuel, be precise.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Harold gave me the materials, I stored them separately. We spoke about it twice. Then nothing happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Red Mesa appeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd paid you fifty thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you accept?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I convinced myself it was coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
No humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat work did you actually do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHistorical forensic accounting related to Thomas\u2019s failed project.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsing Harold\u2019s sealed records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you lying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah watched through the glass.<\/p>\n
Samuel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI used public filings, old tax material Thomas authorized, court records. I did not open Harold\u2019s sealed archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was afraid of confirming what I already suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Cowardice.<\/p>\n
Not mastermind sophistication.<\/p>\n
Ordinary cowardice.<\/p>\n
The kind that lets bad things grow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you suspect?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Red Mesa was connected to the same people Harold warned me about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Hale?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s eyes lifted sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found that name too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His shoulders sank.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Samuel. I know fragments. You know. That\u2019s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Hale was the financial intermediary behind Thomas\u2019s development project.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA private investment network.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIllegal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney laundering. Tax evasion. Fraudulent property valuations.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard asked, \u201cWas Hale ever charged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold never had complete proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut enough to scare them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he give you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies of contracts, payment schedules, correspondence, handwritten notes, and one ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cLedger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA list of payments tied to shell entities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Red Mesa existed fifteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Same name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey reused names. Not necessarily legal entities. Internal project names. Red Mesa was one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah entered the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would someone revive it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think because Victor Hale is dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room fell silent.<\/p>\n
That answer was so human and so unexpected that it took a second to understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Samuel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has pancreatic cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey said they were resolving old financial disputes before his estate administration.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked skeptical.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what they claimed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they actually want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold\u2019s records.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give them anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell them the records existed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word came softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told them Harold had preserved documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel was not in the room, but I could hear what he would have said.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much more did you tell them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou confirmed the evidence existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell them I had it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why target me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked miserable.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause after Harold died, you became the obvious person who might know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cAnd when she won eighty-nine million dollars, she suddenly had both leverage and visibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
My lottery win had not created the danger.<\/p>\n
It had illuminated me.<\/p>\n
Before, I was a widow who might or might not know where old records were.<\/p>\n
After the win, every financial reporter, property search, and curious stranger made me easier to track.<\/p>\n
And wealth gave criminals a second motive.<\/p>\n
Money.<\/p>\n
Thomas wanted money.<\/p>\n
But Red Mesa wanted Harold\u2019s evidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are the records?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at Detective Shah.<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a sealed client archive in my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave police secured it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpened it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivilege and warrant issues.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI authorize release.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s attorney looked toward me.<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cWe\u2019ll document that properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMinutes, if everyone cooperates.\u201d<\/p>\n
For once, everyone did.<\/p>\n
Two hours later, Detective Shah returned carrying a gray archival box.<\/p>\n
We opened it in a secured conference room.<\/p>\n
The box smelled like paper and dust.<\/p>\n
Harold\u2019s handwriting covered the first folder.<\/p>\n
RED MESA \/ HALE.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of bank wires.<\/p>\n
Land purchase agreements.<\/p>\n
Consulting invoices.<\/p>\n
Corporate charts.<\/p>\n
Names I did not know.<\/p>\n
Then one I did.<\/p>\n
Thomas Avery.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
Red Mesa.<\/p>\n
Near the bottom lay a ledger.<\/p>\n
Not handwritten.<\/p>\n
Printed.<\/p>\n
Columns of dates, entities, amounts, coded initials.<\/p>\n
Richard scanned it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is substantial.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah said nothing.<\/p>\n
She was already photographing pages.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed one entry.<\/p>\n
The date was only six months before Harold\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Not fifteen years ago.<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked.<\/p>\n
The payment line showed a transfer from an entity labeled RM-7 to another shell company.<\/p>\n
Beside it were initials.<\/p>\n
S.P.<\/p>\n
Samuel Price.<\/p>\n
Everyone turned toward him.<\/p>\n
His face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard pointed toward the date.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said contact stopped fifteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are your initials on a Red Mesa ledger from two years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah closed the door.<\/p>\n
Samuel looked genuinely terrified.<\/p>\n
Then I saw another notation beneath his initials.<\/p>\n
A handwritten addition in Harold\u2019s pen.<\/p>\n
Not Samuel.<\/p>\n
Find the other S.P.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Harold had already cleared him.<\/p>\n
For a moment, relief moved through Samuel\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Then Detective Shah pointed to the next page.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another repeated set of initials appeared.<\/p>\n
A.V.<\/p>\n
Aaron Vale.<\/p>\n
The Northwind technician.<\/p>\n
But the date was impossible.<\/p>\n
Fifteen years earlier, Aaron would have been a teenager.<\/p>\n
Richard noticed too.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the same person.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel stared at the ledger.<\/p>\n
Then his face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know A.V.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAaron\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Vale worked for Victor Hale.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Aaron?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel shook his head slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t even know Arthur had a son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah stepped away and made a call.<\/p>\n
I looked down at Harold\u2019s ledger.<\/p>\n
Fifteen years apart.<\/p>\n
Same network.<\/p>\n
Same family.<\/p>\n
Arthur Vale then.<\/p>\n
Aaron Vale now.<\/p>\n
This had not restarted by accident.<\/p>\n
It had been inherited.<\/p>\n
Just like money.<\/p>\n
Just like resentment.<\/p>\n
Just like secrets.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah ended her call.<\/p>\n
Her expression had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAaron Vale\u2019s apartment is empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cGone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince when?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeighbor says yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cCar?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFound at the airport.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFlight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo ticket under his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena called through the speakerphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he switched vehicles.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective nodded.<\/p>\n
Before anyone said more, my phone vibrated on the table.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Every person in the room froze.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah gestured for me not to touch it until she was ready.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
I opened the message.<\/p>\n
No greeting.<\/p>\n
No demand.<\/p>\n
Just one photograph.<\/p>\n
The image showed Harold\u2019s old storage unit.<\/p>\n
Unit 314.<\/p>\n
Taken from inside the corridor.<\/p>\n
Beneath it:<\/p>\n
You found the wrong box.<\/p>\n
A second message arrived.<\/p>\n
Ask where Harold put the original ledger.<\/p>\n
I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n
He looked confused.<\/p>\n
Richard looked at the gray box.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a copy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was the only one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then memory struck me.<\/p>\n
Not Samuel.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Harold hated leaving originals with anyone.<\/p>\n
Tax papers.<\/p>\n
Wills.<\/p>\n
Insurance documents.<\/p>\n
He always kept one set himself.<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly the chair scraped backward.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s words from childhood came back.<\/p>\n
Dad keeps important things where nobody would think they\u2019re important.<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew.<\/p>\n
The old house.<\/p>\n
Not storage.<\/p>\n
Not Samuel.<\/p>\n
Our old house.<\/p>\n
Harold\u2019s real records had never left the place where we lived.<\/p>\n
And the people threatening me knew it too.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah told us not to confront Samuel. I agreed. Then spent the entire drive back to Willow Creek imagining confronting Samuel. There are differences between intention and fantasy. I … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":29595,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29611","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\/29611","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=29611"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29646,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29611\/revisions\/29646"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/29595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}