PART 3 \u2014 THE LOCKED ROOM
\nJulian stopped struggling the instant the officer said they had opened the locked bedroom.
\nThat frightened me more than his shouting had.
\nHis entire body seemed to collapse in Marcus\u2019s grip, as if the secret upstairs had been the only thing holding him together.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t let Dad see it,\u201d Julian whispered.
\nMarcus stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s in the room?\u201d
\nJulian said nothing.
\n\u201cJulian.\u201d
\nStill nothing.
\nChloe suddenly screamed from across the living room.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHe did it!\u201d
\nEvery head turned toward her.
\nJulian\u2019s face snapped up.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nChloe pointed at him with shaking hands.
\n\u201cWhatever they found, it was Julian. I didn\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou lying\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cSeparate them now,\u201d Marcus ordered.
\nTwo officers pulled Chloe toward the kitchen while another tightened the handcuffs around Julian\u2019s wrists.
\nMy father began trembling beside me.
\n\u201cElena,\u201d he whispered, \u201cwhat room are they talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cThe bedroom next to yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
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His expression changed.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not allowed in there.\u201d
\nThat sentence made my blood run cold.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cJulian keeps it locked.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he tell you was inside?\u201d
\n\u201cOld furniture.\u201d
\nMarcus looked at me.
\nI looked back.
\nNeither of us believed that anymore.
\nThe officer who had come downstairs stepped closer.<\/p>\n
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\u201cCaptain, we need photographs before anyone touches anything.\u201d
\nMarcus nodded.
\n\u201cSecure the room.\u201d
\nThen he turned to me.
\n\u201cYou stay here.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cElena.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s my father\u2019s house.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd this may now be a crime scene.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not touching anything.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re also emotionally involved.\u201d
\n\u201cI can handle it.\u201d
\nMy voice came out sharper than I intended.<\/p>\n
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Marcus studied me for several seconds.
\nThen Dad spoke.
\n\u201cLet her go.\u201d
\nEveryone looked at him.
\nMy father\u2019s voice was weak, but there was something different in it now.
\nSomething that had not been there earlier.
\nAnger.
\n\u201cIf they did something in my house, I want my daughter to see it.\u201d
\nMarcus exhaled slowly.
\n\u201cStay behind me. Touch nothing.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nAs we headed upstairs, Julian shouted from behind us.
\n\u201cElena!\u201d
\nI stopped.
\nHe was standing in the hallway between two officers.
\nFor one strange moment, he looked like the little brother I remembered.
\nThe boy who used to sleep on my bedroom floor during thunderstorms.
\n\u201cElena, please.\u201d
\nI had never heard him beg before.
\n\u201cPlease what?\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t go in there.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nHis eyes filled with panic.
\n\u201cYou won\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou tied our father to a bed.\u201d
\nHis jaw tightened.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know everything.\u201d
\n\u201cThen tell me.\u201d
\nHe looked toward Dad.
\nThen at Chloe.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\nI turned away.
\nHis voice followed me up the stairs.
\n\u201cELENA, DON\u2019T OPEN THE METAL BOX!\u201d
\nI froze halfway up.
\nMarcus turned around.
\nJulian had just realized what he had said.
\nMarcus\u2019s expression became unreadable.
\n\u201cWhat metal box?\u201d
\nJulian closed his eyes.
\nToo late.
\nWe continued upstairs.
\nDad\u2019s bedroom was at the end of the hallway.
\nBeside it stood a smaller guest room that had belonged to my mother before she died.
\nThe door was open now.
\nThe lock had been forced.
\nAn officer stood outside wearing gloves.
\nMarcus entered first.
\nI followed.
\nAnd stopped dead.
\nThis was not a storage room.
\nIt was an office.
\nTwo computer monitors sat on a desk.
\nA printer.
\nThree filing cabinets.
\nA document scanner.
\nA small safe bolted to the floor.
\nAnd covering one entire wall were photographs.
\nPhotographs of my father.
\nSleeping.
\nEating.
\nWalking in the backyard.
\nSitting alone in the living room.
\nDozens of them.
\nNo.
\nHundreds.
\nSome had dates beneath them.
\nOthers had handwritten notes.
\nCONFUSED AFTER DINNER.
\nFORGOT DATE.
\nREPEATED QUESTION THREE TIMES.
\nFELL IN HALLWAY.
\nREFUSED MEDICATION.
\nI stepped closer.
\nMarcus raised a hand.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t touch.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d
\nThen I saw something that made my stomach twist.
\nSeveral photographs had been taken through the crack of Dad\u2019s bedroom door.
\nOne showed him tied to the bed.
\nHis wrists secured with fabric restraints.
\nHis eyes closed.
\nAnother showed Chloe standing beside him.
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cThey documented it,\u201d I whispered.
\nMarcus\u2019s jaw tightened.
\n\u201cLooks that way.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would anyone photograph themselves committing abuse?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe they didn\u2019t consider it abuse.\u201d
\nAn officer opened one of the filing cabinets after photographing it.
\nInside were folders labeled by month.
\nMarcus pulled on gloves.
\nThe first folder contained medical appointment summaries.
\nThe second contained banking statements.
\nThe third contained copies of letters addressed to me.
\nMy name was written across every envelope.
\nNone had been mailed.
\nI stared at them.
\n\u201cThose are Dad\u2019s.\u201d
\nMarcus carefully opened one.
\nThe letter inside was written in my father\u2019s shaky handwriting.
\nElena,
\nI know you are busy, but I need you to come home. Julian says I am becoming confused, but I don\u2019t think I am. Money is missing. Please don\u2019t call the house. Just come.
\nI covered my mouth.
\nThere were seven letters.
\nSeven.
\nMy father had tried to reach me again and again.
\nJulian hadn\u2019t merely taken his phone.
\nHe had intercepted his mail.
\nMarcus continued examining the desk.
\nThen he found a notebook.
\nEvery page contained dates, amounts, and short descriptions.
\nLAKE CABIN \u2014 465,000.
\nINVESTMENT ACCT 1 \u2014 182,400.
\nINVESTMENT ACCT 2 \u2014 237,100.
\nCHECKING TRANSFERS \u2014 94,000.
\nHOUSE EQUITY \u2014 PENDING.
\nMarcus whistled quietly.
\n\u201cThis is more than elder abuse.\u201d
\nI looked at the totals.
\n\u201cThey stole almost a million dollars.\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly more.\u201d
\nOne entry made me stop.
\nE.V. REMOVAL \u2014 COMPLETED.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nMarcus shook his head.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nBelow it was another entry.
\nNEW WILL \u2014 COMPLETED.
\nINSURANCE \u2014 COMPLETED.
\nFACILITY \u2014 SATURDAY.
\nFINAL TRANSFER \u2014 MONDAY.
\nAnd beneath that:
\nFREE.
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cSaturday is tomorrow.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nMarcus turned another page.
\nThere were medication names.
\nDosages.
\nTimes.
\nSome were crossed out.
\nOthers had notes beside them.
\nTOO ALERT.
\nINCREASE NIGHT.
\nSTILL REMEMBERS DETAILS.
\nTRY HALF + HALF.
\nMarcus immediately called downstairs.
\n\u201cDo not allow Mr. Vance to take any medication from this house. Get EMS here and collect every prescription bottle.\u201d
\nA voice answered through his radio.
\n\u201cCopy.\u201d
\nI stared at the page.
\n\u201cThey were experimenting on him.\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know that yet.\u201d
\n\u201cYou know what this looks like.\u201d
\n\u201cI know exactly what it looks like. But we prove it.\u201d
\nThen an officer crouched near the bed.
\n\u201cCaptain.\u201d
\nMarcus walked over.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nThe officer pointed underneath.
\nA metal box.
\nJulian\u2019s warning echoed in my head.
\nDON\u2019T OPEN THE METAL BOX.
\nIt was about the size of a briefcase.
\nBlack.
\nHeavy.
\nLocked.
\nMarcus photographed it.
\nThen looked at the officer.
\n\u201cBag it unopened. We\u2019ll get authorization.\u201d
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cWhat could possibly be worse than everything already in this room?\u201d
\nMarcus didn\u2019t answer.
\nThen I noticed a small camera mounted above the closet.
\n\u201cMarcus.\u201d
\nHe followed my gaze.
\nThe camera pointed directly toward the desk.
\nA cable ran behind the wall.
\nThe officer checked the computer.
\n\u201cThere may be stored video.\u201d
\nMarcus\u2019s expression sharpened.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t access anything until digital forensics arrives.\u201d
\nAnother officer opened the closet.
\nInside were boxes.
\nOne contained restraints.
\nAnother held unopened bottles of liquor.
\nA third was filled with Dad\u2019s belongings.
\nHis watch.
\nHis wedding ring.
\nMy mother\u2019s jewelry.
\nHis wallet.
\nHis passport.
\nHis car keys.
\nEverything that gave him independence had been taken away and hidden.
\nThen I saw a small plastic bag containing several credit cards.
\nNot Dad\u2019s.
\nMine.
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cThose are in my name.\u201d
\nMarcus looked at me.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI recognized the bank logos.
\nOne even had my old professional address embossed beneath my name.
\n\u201cBut I never opened those accounts.\u201d
\nMarcus looked toward the desk.
\n\u201cIdentity theft.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nE.V. REMOVAL.
\nMaybe it didn\u2019t mean removing me from Dad\u2019s life.
\nMaybe it meant removing me financially.
\n\u201cCan someone check whether accounts were opened under my Social Security number?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll get there.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Now.\u201d
\n\u201cElena.\u201d
\n\u201cMy brother may have stolen my identity.\u201d
\n\u201cI heard you.\u201d
\nMarcus lowered his voice.
\n\u201cAnd because he may have stolen your identity, you need to stop acting like the investigator.\u201d
\nI hated that he was right.
\nI stepped back.
\nThen a scream erupted downstairs.
\nDad.
\nI ran before Marcus could stop me.
\n\u201cELENA!\u201d
\nI flew down the hallway.
\nDown the stairs.
\nInto the living room.
\nMy father was standing beside the dining table, staring at Chloe.
\nShe had somehow slipped one hand free from the restraint an officer had temporarily used while questioning her.
\nBut that wasn\u2019t why Dad had screamed.
\nShe was holding his medication bottle.
\nAnd she had just swallowed something.
\n\u201cChloe!\u201d Julian shouted.
\nTwo officers grabbed her.
\nShe began coughing.
\nMarcus rushed past me.
\n\u201cWhat did she take?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d the officer said.
\nChloe laughed.
\nA strange, breathless laugh.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re all idiots.\u201d
\n\u201cCall EMS inside now.\u201d
\n\u201cThey\u2019re already pulling up.\u201d
\nChloe\u2019s knees buckled.
\nAn officer lowered her to the floor.
\nJulian started shouting.
\n\u201cWhat did you take?\u201d
\nShe looked at him.
\nFor the first time that night, there was pure hatred in her eyes.
\n\u201cYou should\u2019ve listened to me.\u201d
\n\u201cChloe, what did you take?\u201d
\n\u201cYou said your sister wouldn\u2019t come.\u201d
\nJulian went silent.
\n\u201cYou promised me she wouldn\u2019t come.\u201d
\nDad grabbed my arm.
\nI could feel his fingers shaking.
\nChloe looked at me from the floor.
\n\u201cYou ruined everything.\u201d
\nI stared down at her.
\n\u201cWhat exactly did I ruin?\u201d
\nShe smiled.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cTomorrow.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat was supposed to happen tomorrow?\u201d
\nShe closed her eyes.
\n\u201cChloe!\u201d
\nNothing.
\nParamedics rushed through the front door.
\nThey immediately took over.
\nOne checked her pulse.
\nAnother prepared equipment.
\nJulian began struggling again.
\n\u201cIs she dying?\u201d
\n\u201cNo one knows yet,\u201d Marcus said.
\nJulian shouted toward the paramedics.
\n\u201cHelp her!\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cInteresting.\u201d
\nHe glared at me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cYou care whether she survives.\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s my wife!\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Dad is your father.\u201d
\nHis face changed.
\nThe paramedics placed Chloe on a stretcher.
\nOne held up the bottle she had taken from the table.
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t what she swallowed.\u201d
\nMarcus frowned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe cap was still sealed.\u201d
\nI looked at the floor.
\nThen at Chloe\u2019s clenched fist.
\n\u201cThere.\u201d
\nA paramedic opened her hand.
\nInside was a small clear capsule.
\nEmpty.
\n\u201cWhatever was inside this is what she took.\u201d
\nMarcus\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cWhere did she get that?\u201d
\nOne officer pointed toward her pocket.
\nA second capsule remained inside.
\nThis one contained a folded strip of paper.
\nNot medicine.
\nPaper.
\nThe paramedic handed it to Marcus.
\nHe unfolded it carefully.
\nThere was a number written on it.
\nA phone number.
\nBelow the number were three words.
\nCALL IF ARRESTED.
\nMarcus looked at Chloe.
\nShe was conscious again.
\nBarely.
\nHe held the paper up.
\n\u201cWho is this?\u201d
\nShe smiled weakly.
\n\u201cAsk Julian.\u201d
\nJulian looked genuinely confused.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never seen that.\u201d
\n\u201cLiar,\u201d Chloe whispered.
\n\u201cI swear.\u201d
\nShe laughed.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know anything, do you?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cYou thought this was your plan.\u201d
\nJulian\u2019s face went still.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nChloe turned her head toward him.
\n\u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d
\nHer voice was barely audible.
\n\u201cYou were just useful.\u201d
\nJulian stared at her.
\nEven handcuffed, even surrounded by police, he looked less frightened than confused.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\nChloe closed her eyes again.
\nMarcus immediately ordered an officer to run the phone number.
\nWithin minutes, he received an answer.
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cThe number belongs to a prepaid phone.\u201d
\n\u201cRegistered to whom?\u201d
\n\u201cNobody.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you trace calls?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re working on it.\u201d
\nThen another officer came downstairs carrying a tablet sealed in an evidence sleeve.
\n\u201cWe found this behind the false panel in the office.\u201d
\nMarcus frowned.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d
\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t open files. But the lock screen shows multiple notifications.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\nThe officer turned the screen toward him.
\nMost were encrypted-message notifications.
\nOne sender name appeared repeatedly.
\nM.
\nThe most recent message had arrived fourteen minutes earlier.
\nMarcus read it aloud.
\nWHY ARE THERE POLICE AT THE HOUSE?
\nNobody spoke.
\nThen another notification appeared.
\nYOU WERE TOLD NO VISITORS.
\nA third.
\nDESTROY EVERYTHING.
\nDad made a small sound beside me.
\nMarcus immediately ordered digital forensics expedited.
\nJulian stared at the tablet.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know who that is.\u201d
\nChloe laughed from the stretcher.
\n\u201cOf course you don\u2019t.\u201d
\nMarcus turned toward her.
\n\u201cWho is M?\u201d
\nShe smiled.
\n\u201cYou think I\u2019m stupid?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I think you\u2019re in serious trouble.\u201d
\n\u201cYou have no idea.\u201d
\nThe paramedics started wheeling her toward the door.
\nJust before they crossed the threshold, Chloe twisted her head toward me.
\n\u201cElena.\u201d
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHer eyes locked onto mine.
\n\u201cCheck your mother\u2019s death.\u201d
\nEverything inside me stopped.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nChloe smiled.
\nThen the stretcher rolled outside.
\nI stood frozen.
\nMy mother had died seven years earlier.
\nOfficially from complications after a fall down the basement stairs.
\nJulian had been the one who found her.
\nDad had been away fishing that weekend.
\nI slowly turned toward my brother.
\nHe was staring at the floor.
\n\u201cJulian.\u201d
\nNo answer.
\n\u201cLook at me.\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t.
\nI walked closer.
\n\u201cWhat did Chloe mean?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cLook at me.\u201d
\nHe raised his head.
\nHis eyes were red.
\n\u201cShe says things when she\u2019s angry.\u201d
\n\u201cShe just told me to investigate Mom\u2019s death.\u201d
\n\u201cI heard her.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWere you there when Mom died?\u201d
\nHis lips parted.
\nNo answer.
\nI remembered the funeral.
\nJulian barely spoke.
\nChloe had stood beside him the entire time, holding his hand.
\nThey had only been dating for six months.
\nDad had never liked her.
\nMom had disliked her even more.
\nAnd suddenly a memory surfaced.
\nSomething I hadn\u2019t thought about in years.
\nThree days before Mom died, she had called me.
\nI had been in the middle of a trial.
\nI almost didn\u2019t answer.
\nHer voice had sounded nervous.
\n\u201cElena, when you have time, I need to talk to you about Julian.\u201d
\nI had asked if it was urgent.
\nShe paused.
\nThen said,
\n\u201cNo. It can wait.\u201d
\nIt never did.
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cMarcus.\u201d
\nHe saw my face.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI need something pulled.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother\u2019s death file.\u201d
\n\u201cElena\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cSeven years ago. Basement fall. Her name was Margaret Vance.\u201d
\nMarcus stared at me.
\n\u201cWhat makes you think it\u2019s connected?\u201d
\nI looked at Julian.
\n\u201cBecause three days before she died, she called me about him.\u201d
\nJulian suddenly shouted.
\n\u201cSTOP!\u201d
\nEveryone turned.
\nHe looked terrified.
\nNot angry.
\nTerrified.
\n\u201cElena, leave Mom out of this.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s dead.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen let her stay dead.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI felt Dad\u2019s hand slip from mine.
\nHe stared at Julian.
\n\u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d
\nJulian\u2019s face crumpled.
\n\u201cDad\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened to your mother?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\nDad stepped toward him.
\nFor the first time all night, he did not look afraid.
\n\u201cWhat happened to Margaret?\u201d
\n\u201cDad, please.\u201d
\n\u201cWHAT HAPPENED TO MY WIFE?\u201d
\nJulian began crying.
\nActual tears.
\nHe dropped his head.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t mean for her to fall.\u201d
\nMy father staggered backward.
\nI caught him before he hit the table.
\nMarcus stepped toward Julian.
\n\u201cExplain that statement.\u201d
\nJulian shook his head violently.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou just said you didn\u2019t mean for your mother to fall.\u201d
\n\u201cI want a lawyer.\u201d
\n\u201cFine.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not saying anything else.\u201d
\n\u201cThen don\u2019t.\u201d
\nMarcus signaled the officers.
\n\u201cTake him.\u201d
\nAs they began walking Julian toward the door, Dad called after him.
\n\u201cWas Chloe there?\u201d
\nJulian stopped.
\nHis back remained toward us.
\nDad asked again.
\n\u201cWas Chloe there when your mother died?\u201d
\nJulian slowly turned his head.
\nHis face was soaked with tears.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nDad exhaled.
\nThen Julian added,
\n\u201cShe arrived afterward.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nJulian stared directly at me.
\n\u201cShe helped me clean everything.\u201d
\nMarcus froze.
\nI did too.
\nBut before anyone could ask another question, the officer upstairs shouted.
\n\u201cCAPTAIN!\u201d
\nMarcus ran toward the staircase.
\nThe officer appeared at the top holding a phone.
\n\u201cWe got authorization to inspect the metal box.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cYou need to come up here.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d
\nThe officer looked at Dad.
\nThen at me.
\nHis face had lost all color.
\n\u201cPersonal effects.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\nThe officer swallowed.
\n\u201cMargaret Vance\u2019s.\u201d
\nMy father whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d
\nI could barely hear him.
\nThe officer continued.
\n\u201cHer missing necklace. Her old phone. And a flash drive labeled BASEMENT.\u201d
\nFor several seconds, nobody moved.
\nThen Marcus said,
\n\u201cNobody touches that drive until forensics gets here.\u201d
\nBut the officer wasn\u2019t finished.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA sealed envelope.\u201d
\n\u201cAddressed to whom?\u201d
\nThe officer looked directly at me.
\n\u201cElena Vance.\u201d
\nMy heart started pounding.
\n\u201cWho wrote it?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s handwriting on the back.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nThe officer hesitated.
\nThen read the words.
\nIF ELENA EVER COMES HOME, GIVE HER THIS BEFORE JULIAN FINDS IT.
\nI stared at my father.
\nHe stared back at me.
\nNeither of us recognized the handwriting.
\nMarcus carefully took the envelope.
\nThen he turned it over.
\nA name was written beneath the message.
\nNot Chloe\u2019s.
\nNot Julian\u2019s.
\nNot my father\u2019s.
\nMy mother\u2019s.
\nAnd beside her name was a date.
\nTwo days before she died\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n