\u201cDo not sign anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father gave a tired laugh through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds familiar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen get away from Paul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can stand up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has been two days of people telling me nothing is simple when they mean they have decided something for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I could hear faint room noise behind him. A chair scraping. Glass touching wood.<\/p>\n
Paul Denning was close enough to hear us.<\/p>\n
That made me choose every word carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stepped closer to my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Denning on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut him on.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then another voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Rachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul sounded exactly as he had in David\u2019s recording: measured, faintly amused, as though every conversation were a negotiation whose outcome he already understood.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAddress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire Bennett wrote something on a pad and showed it to me.<\/p>\n
KEEP HIM TALKING.<\/p>\n
I hated that my conversation with my father had become an investigative technique.<\/p>\n
But I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul,\u201d I said, \u201cwhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same thing I have wanted for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProtection?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccuracy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou blackmailed half the people in this story.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlackmail is an interpretation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It is a word.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid always appreciated precision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went quiet.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I heard something in Paul\u2019s breathing.<\/p>\n
Not grief exactly.<\/p>\n
But impact.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is on page 120?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother\u2019s statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Halcyon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she assisted Richard in concealing early political transfers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert came here to retrieve the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo send me a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotographs can be altered.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was true.<\/p>\n
We had already received one false image.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want in exchange?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe evidence package David left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire shook her head immediately.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Robert and I have nothing further to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You wait. You drove across the country to meet a man who spent decades using everyone\u2019s secrets against them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, that almost made me smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI came because your mother\u2019s name is on that page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she deserves better than having one fragment turned into whatever story everyone wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
Not because I agreed with his method.<\/p>\n
Because I understood the fear.<\/p>\n
I had been doing exactly that with David.<\/p>\n
Every recording changed the man I thought I knew.<\/p>\n
Every fragment tempted me to decide who he had been before the next fragment arrived.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly are you trying to protect?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen bring the page to Claire Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul laughed in the background.<\/p>\n
Dad lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul says the government will seize everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to read it first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother told me something before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course she had.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said if Halcyon ever surfaced, I should find Martin\u2019s missing page before speaking to anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPage 120?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou waited twelve years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought the whole thing died with Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSecrets do not die because the people keeping them do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at David\u2019s hidden case beneath the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n
I had learned that sentence the expensive way.<\/p>\n
Claire pointed toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk him where he flew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, which airport did you arrive at?\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul cut in.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Rachel stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to strangle him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad or Denning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire was already moving.<\/p>\n
She had agents checking airline records, rental cars, known Denning properties and Robert\u2019s financial activity.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the photograph we had received.<\/p>\n
Dad and Paul at a table.<\/p>\n
Window.<\/p>\n
Dark wooden frame.<\/p>\n
Behind Paul, barely visible, stood a lamp with a green glass shade.<\/p>\n
Thomas leaned over the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard\u2019s old hunting lodge.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor had mentioned properties.<\/p>\n
The lake house had already appeared in anonymous messages.<\/p>\n
But Thomas shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the lake house. Different property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLocation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWisconsin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire was already calling it in.<\/p>\n
Within minutes, the room filled with controlled movement.<\/p>\n
Addresses.<\/p>\n
Jurisdictions.<\/p>\n
Vehicle records.<\/p>\n
Warrants discussed rather than magically produced.<\/p>\n
For once, I appreciated the slowness.<\/p>\n
Evidence mattered.<\/p>\n
Procedure mattered.<\/p>\n
If Paul had survived for decades by exploiting sloppy people, then rushing him would be exactly what he expected.<\/p>\n
I sat beside Rachel.<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mom helped Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad believes the page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has not seen it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think it is fake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Paul has lied professionally for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said from across the room, \u201cLonger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fair correction.<\/p>\n
Claire ended a call.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lodge belongs to a holding company once associated with Richard Hayes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent beneficial ownership is obscured.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning we\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
A message from Dad.<\/p>\n
No words.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Page 120.<\/p>\n
This time the entire sheet.<\/p>\n
Martin\u2019s handwriting at the top.<\/p>\n
Then a paragraph in my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I recognized it instantly.<\/p>\n
The compact loops.<\/p>\n
The strange way she crossed her capital A.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Rachel leaned against me.<\/p>\n
We read.<\/p>\n
I helped Richard preserve the first Halcyon records because I believed exposing them then would destroy employees whose names had been used without informed consent. I told myself delay was protection. It became concealment. Robert warned me. I did not listen.<\/p>\n
Rachel whispered, \u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
Richard promised the political transfers had ended. I later learned they had not. By then Martin was investigating. I gave Martin copies and began the duplicate index.<\/p>\n
That aligned with what we knew.<\/p>\n
Then came the final sentence.<\/p>\n
I met Eleanor at the Palmer House on November 18, 1998, and gave her Richard\u2019s original Halcyon authorization.<\/p>\n
Thomas inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would prove Eleanor knew Richard originated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire asked, \u201cWhat is wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was staring at the date.<\/p>\n
November 18, 1998.<\/p>\n
Something bothered me.<\/p>\n
Not the year.<\/p>\n
The place.<\/p>\n
I heard Mom\u2019s voice in my memory.<\/p>\n
A family story repeated every Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
The winter Rachel broke her arm.<\/p>\n
The trip Dad canceled.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s surgery.<\/p>\n
I looked at Rachel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Mom have her hysterectomy?\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNinety-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNovember.\u201d<\/p>\n
I called Dad.<\/p>\n
He answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that Mom\u2019s handwriting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was Mom on November eighteenth, 1998?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul said something in the background.<\/p>\n
Dad ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had surgery on the sixteenth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she still admitted on the eighteenth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could not have met Eleanor at the Palmer House.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she have left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI slept in the chair beside her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Cole, do not confront Denning. Do not tell him what we have identified.\u201d<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
Paul\u2019s voice came through clearly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think a date proves forgery?\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt proves something is wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin could have copied the date incorrectly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe statement is supposedly Mom\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Paul said, \u201cRobert, give me the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad replied, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A small thing.<\/p>\n
But important.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, look at the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the statement written directly on Martin\u2019s page?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame ink?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaper?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame sheet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
He went quiet.<\/p>\n
Then I heard him swear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s indentation beneath the writing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire motioned urgently.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not alter it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can you see?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething was written on the page before this statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul\u2019s chair scraped.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay there.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, Paul sounded unsettled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire was already speaking to agents through another phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, do not fight him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTake the page and leave if you can do so safely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul said, \u201cThat document belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Paul. That has always been your problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think possession and ownership are the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Eleanor in my condo.<\/p>\n
Family property.<\/p>\n
David\u2019s watch.<\/p>\n
His sweater.<\/p>\n
The same disease in different forms.<\/p>\n
A door slammed on Dad\u2019s end.<\/p>\n
Then running.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad!\u201d<\/p>\n
The line stayed connected.<\/p>\n
Heavy breathing.<\/p>\n
Another door.<\/p>\n
Then cold wind across the microphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert!\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul sounded farther away.<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cI\u2019m outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgents are coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have the page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean I have the real page.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were two sheets stuck together.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart hammered.<\/p>\n
Paul shouted somewhere behind him.<\/p>\n
Dad kept moving.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe confession page was laid over another page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot while running.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m getting to the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire took over.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Cole, vehicles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGray rental SUV.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet inside, lock the doors, drive toward the main road. Units are approaching from the south.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s breathing remained hard.<\/p>\n
Then a car door slammed.<\/p>\n
Engine.<\/p>\n
Tires on gravel.<\/p>\n
I heard another engine behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone\u2019s following.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not speed beyond your control. Stay on the line.\u201d<\/p>\n
For six minutes, nobody in the kitchen breathed normally.<\/p>\n
Dad drove.<\/p>\n
Claire coordinated.<\/p>\n
Rachel gripped my arm hard enough to hurt.<\/p>\n
Then sirens came through the phone.<\/p>\n
Dad exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI see them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPull over when instructed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
The pursuing vehicle turned before reaching police.<\/p>\n
Agents later confirmed Paul had been driving.<\/p>\n
They did not catch him.<\/p>\n
But Dad was safe.<\/p>\n
And he had both sheets.<\/p>\n
Two hours later, high-resolution photographs arrived through Claire\u2019s secure system.<\/p>\n
The upper page was the supposed confession.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s handwriting looked convincing.<\/p>\n
Too convincing.<\/p>\n
A forensic examiner would need to determine whether it was traced, copied or written by someone skilled at imitation.<\/p>\n
The lower sheet was Martin\u2019s actual page 120.<\/p>\n
His handwriting.<\/p>\n
No confession from Mom.<\/p>\n
Instead:<\/p>\n
Sarah brought me the original Halcyon authorization. Richard signed it. Gerald witnessed. Eleanor did not know until later.<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
That supported Eleanor\u2019s claim that Richard created the system before she exploited it.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Sarah believes someone is copying her index. She suspects P.D.<\/p>\n
Denning.<\/p>\n
The final lines were harder to read.<\/p>\n
Martin wrote:<\/p>\n
If anything happens to me, Sarah has the duplicate. Robert knows where she keeps it.<\/p>\n
Below that:<\/p>\n
Do not trust the red ledger.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s warning.<\/p>\n
The red ledger was a decoy.<\/p>\n
Always had been.<\/p>\n
Then one final sentence:<\/p>\n
The real index is inside Daniel.<\/p>\n
Rachel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cInside Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked equally confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Not Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
David\u2019s dead college friend had been named Daniel.<\/p>\n
The photograph.<\/p>\n
Not the Daniel you remember.<\/p>\n
I stared at the line.<\/p>\n
Inside Daniel.<\/p>\n
A container?<\/p>\n
A code?<\/p>\n
A building?<\/p>\n
Then I remembered the photograph from David\u2019s blue folder.<\/p>\n
The place we met.<\/p>\n
Daniel written on the back.<\/p>\n
Not the Daniel you remember.<\/p>\n
I pulled the image from my saved files.<\/p>\n
Coffee shop near Northwestern.<\/p>\n
David.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Reflection.<\/p>\n
The faint figure.<\/p>\n
The wider photograph at Thomas\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Richard.<\/p>\n
Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
A young woman.<\/p>\n
But maybe Daniel was not a person at all.<\/p>\n
I enlarged the background.<\/p>\n
Behind us, across the street, part of a stone building appeared.<\/p>\n
Only a few letters on a plaque.<\/p>\n
DAN\u2014<\/p>\n
Thomas stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt used to be the Daniel Burnham Archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart kicked.<\/p>\n
\u201cInside Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a person.\u201d<\/p>\n
A place.<\/p>\n
David had not been pointing me toward his dead friend.<\/p>\n
He had been pointing toward a building named for Daniel Burnham.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
Paul knows you found the real page.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
He also knows what \u201cinside Daniel\u201d means.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not sign anything.\u201d My father gave a tired laugh through the phone. \u201cThat sounds familiar.\u201d \u201cI mean it, Dad.\u201d \u201cSo do I.\u201d \u201cThen get away from Paul.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9037,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-one-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9105","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9105"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9105\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9149,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9105\/revisions\/9149"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9037"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}