For several seconds after Eleanor spoke, nobody in my kitchen moved.<\/p>\n
Someone just opened box 417.<\/p>\n
The sentence felt impossible.<\/p>\n
The brass key was in my hand.<\/p>\n
I looked down at it as if metal could explain betrayal.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Eleanor answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe box was structured for dual access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne physical key and one bank-held master authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho controls master authorization?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
She did not need to.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister controls more of Ward Continental than her title suggests.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich branch?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old central branch downtown. Private-vault level.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same bank where Aaron chose to meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Eleanor said. \u201cDifferent branch.\u201d<\/p>\n
That coincidence bothered me anyway.<\/p>\n
Nothing connected to Ward Continental felt accidental anymore.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah began making calls.<\/p>\n
I stayed on the phone with Eleanor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was the box opened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTen minutes before I called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still have a legacy alert tied to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould Caroline know you have that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word carried everything that had gone wrong.<\/p>\n
Daniel paced near the dining table.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould someone have copied the key?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor said, \u201cThey wouldn\u2019t need it if the bank authorized forced access.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould that leave a record?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmployee credentials, authorization chain, camera logs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah, listening while waiting on another line, said, \u201cIf they haven\u2019t been erased.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the green drive.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo whoever opened it knew we had reached this stage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr was already planning to empty it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
I had started to believe knowledge would eventually simplify things.<\/p>\n
Instead, every truth widened the shape of the danger.<\/p>\n
The bank agreed to preserve surveillance footage only after federal investigators intervened.<\/p>\n
By then it was nearly evening.<\/p>\n
We did not go immediately.<\/p>\n
I argued.<\/p>\n
Everyone else won.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere may be armed personnel at the branch,\u201d Detective Shah said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is a bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean people who are not supposed to be there.\u201d<\/p>\n
That ended my argument.<\/p>\n
Federal agents reached the building first.<\/p>\n
The private vault had been accessed.<\/p>\n
Box 417 was empty.<\/p>\n
Not disturbed.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
Someone had removed everything.<\/p>\n
No scattered papers.<\/p>\n
No forgotten envelope.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I sat at my dining table while the report came through speakerphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow large was the box?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Eleanor answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cLarge enough for three document envelopes and a narrow case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMetal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cContents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginal ledgers, transaction certificates, offshore account instructions, and recorded correspondence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cRecorded how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMicrocassette. Some digital.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind went to Harold\u2019s old recorder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and Harold built the archive together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOver several years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me any of this when we met?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Eleanor said, \u201cBecause I wanted to know whether Harold had succeeded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeeping you out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone keeps saying that like ignorance was a gift.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was supposed to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt didn\u2019t feel like one when someone forced my garage door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen my grandchildren needed security?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Samuel was taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
For the first time, Eleanor sounded less like the keeper of a secret and more like a woman whose plan had failed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Caroline believed the evidence was gone,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou warned her it wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor\u2019s illness changed the balance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor had become frightened of dying with everything unresolved. He began contacting old participants. Asking them to destroy records. Close accounts. Move money back into legitimate channels.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline didn\u2019t want that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted control.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you wanted to force her into motion.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought movement would create evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said quietly, \u201cIt did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
Melissa.<\/p>\n
Aaron.<\/p>\n
Silas.<\/p>\n
The attempted bank theft.<\/p>\n
The garage.<\/p>\n
The kidnapping.<\/p>\n
It had all surfaced because pressure made people act.<\/p>\n
That did not mean the cost was acceptable.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me as bait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor went silent.<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
Richard looked at me.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew if Caroline believed Harold\u2019s archive might surface, she would eventually look at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed Harold\u2019s protections would deter direct action.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when that failed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to stay close.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house.<\/p>\n
The porch swing.<\/p>\n
Her invitation to tell my family.<\/p>\n
Her concern.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you choose me as the buyer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you influence the sale?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked Tom to make sure you heard if the previous contract collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
I felt heat rise into my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not force you to buy the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t even know you would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you put it in front of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I needed contact.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The house that had represented independence was partly an engineered meeting.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The room felt suddenly too small.<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Not because I needed the view.<\/p>\n
Because I needed somewhere to direct my anger.<\/p>\n
Willow Creek had become mine through my choice.<\/p>\n
That remained true.<\/p>\n
But Eleanor had nudged the choice.<\/p>\n
I hated that.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harold know you lived here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know about this house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why this elaborate performance with the trunk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was real.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband\u2019s trunk was real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold Carter had nothing to do with Harold Briggs. My husband never knew about Red Mesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
That, strangely, sounded true.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou finding me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot accidental.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least she admitted it.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you watched Mom for how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince the lottery claim.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore my family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWard Continental compliance systems saw the structure around the claim.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat should have been confidential.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho accessed it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Another illegal access.<\/p>\n
Another person deciding the ends justified the means.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw my name,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd connected me to Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid the call would be monitored.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you manipulated a property sale instead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI created an opportunity to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
It was not pleasant.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you hear yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah ended another call.<\/p>\n
\u201cSurveillance footage is being pulled now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned away from the window.<\/p>\n
For the moment, anger could wait.<\/p>\n
Someone had taken box 417.<\/p>\n
That mattered more.<\/p>\n
The first usable image arrived forty minutes later.<\/p>\n
Private-vault hallway.<\/p>\n
Timestamp 4:07 p.m.<\/p>\n
A bank employee entered.<\/p>\n
Female.<\/p>\n
Mid-fifties.<\/p>\n
Dark suit.<\/p>\n
Badge.<\/p>\n
She carried a sealed authorization folder.<\/p>\n
Behind her walked a man.<\/p>\n
Tall.<\/p>\n
Gray jacket.<\/p>\n
His face angled away from camera.<\/p>\n
At 4:11, they entered the vault.<\/p>\n
At 4:26, the man left carrying a narrow black case and two large document envelopes.<\/p>\n
The employee followed.<\/p>\n
I did not recognize him.<\/p>\n
Richard did not.<\/p>\n
Daniel did not.<\/p>\n
Eleanor asked for the image.<\/p>\n
When Detective Shah sent it securely, Eleanor stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
She breathed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name came from Harold\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Victor is not the only one.<\/p>\n
Arthur Vale.<\/p>\n
Martin Keene.<\/p>\n
Silas Price.<\/p>\n
Richard pulled Harold\u2019s document closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Martin Keene?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor\u2019s voice went thin.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was my father\u2019s attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed Mesa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe created the original shell structures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline told me he died nine years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Shah was already searching.<\/p>\n
No death certificate.<\/p>\n
No obituary matching the correct man.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Caroline lie?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor answered slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo hide him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard asked, \u201cWhat was Keene\u2019s role after Elias Ward died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never saw him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot after my father\u2019s funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel pointed to the surveillance image.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he just walked into a bank controlled by your sister and emptied the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks alive to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one argued.<\/p>\n
The bank employee was identified as Patricia Sloan, senior private-client administrator.<\/p>\n
Federal agents detained her before she left work.<\/p>\n
She demanded counsel immediately.<\/p>\n
Martin Keene disappeared.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
But he had made one mistake.<\/p>\n
At the building exit, he turned toward a camera.<\/p>\n
The image was clear.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thin.<\/p>\n
White hair.<\/p>\n
Wire-rimmed glasses.<\/p>\n
A face that looked disciplined enough to belong in a courtroom.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
No memory.<\/p>\n
Then something bothered me.<\/p>\n
I had seen those glasses.<\/p>\n
Not the man.<\/p>\n
The style.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
I returned to Harold\u2019s boxes.<\/p>\n
Charity events.<\/p>\n
Professional dinners.<\/p>\n
Company picnics.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Daniel pulled out the picture from the Halcyon Civic Foundation luncheon.<\/p>\n
Caroline in the background.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
At the far edge stood a man turned partly away.<\/p>\n
Wire-rimmed glasses.<\/p>\n
Same jaw.<\/p>\n
Martin Keene.<\/p>\n
He had been there.<\/p>\n
The entire original circle in one room.<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
Harold had written the date.<\/p>\n
But beneath the faint numbers, another mark appeared.<\/p>\n
MK \u2014 HOLDER.<\/p>\n
\u201cHolder of what?\u201d Daniel asked.<\/p>\n
I looked at Richard.<\/p>\n
He understood first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot records.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the banker being a role.<\/p>\n
The person who controlled access.<\/p>\n
Perhaps we had been wrong.<\/p>\n
Maybe Caroline inherited banking control.<\/p>\n
But legal ownership of the network?<\/p>\n
Its structure?<\/p>\n
Its protective mechanisms?<\/p>\n
\u201cHolder,\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n
Eleanor went silent on the phone.<\/p>\n
Then said:<\/p>\n
\u201cOh God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father never trusted Caroline completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was ambitious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnlike him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not joking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cElias divided responsibilities. Caroline controlled banking relationships. Victor operations. Martin legal structures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd who controlled the whole thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one, officially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnofficially?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor\u2019s voice became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoever could prove ownership of the master trusts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat master trusts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe entities above Red Mesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does box 417 contain?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cBearer instruments.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means whoever has those documents may be able to claim control of assets that never belonged on ordinary balance sheets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor answered instead.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHundreds of millions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then she added:<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly my eighty-nine million dollars felt almost irrelevant.<\/p>\n
This had never been primarily about my lottery.<\/p>\n
It had been about a hidden financial empire.<\/p>\n
And Martin Keene had just walked out of Ward Continental carrying the papers that might control it.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Detective Shah prepared the recorder.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
A male voice.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Precise.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Briggs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to save you from your new friend Eleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes moved to the speakerphone where she listened.<\/p>\n
Keene continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has lied to you from the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo has everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you empty box 417?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold would disagree.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold never understood what he possessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople keep saying that about him, and he keeps proving them wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Keene laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do sound like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m getting tired of hearing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen hear something new.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor did not give Harold the first ledger because she wanted to stop Red Mesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Across the room, Eleanor inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cWhy did she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Keene answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she wanted to take it from Caroline.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds after Eleanor spoke, nobody in my kitchen moved. Someone just opened box 417. The sentence felt impossible. The brass key was in my hand. I looked down … <\/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-29620","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\/29620","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=29620"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29620\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29655,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29620\/revisions\/29655"}],"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=29620"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29620"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29620"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}