PART 6 \u2014 DANIEL WASN\u2019T RUNNING
\n\u201cFind my husband.\u201d
\nThe words came out before I realized I had said them.
\nDetective Moreno looked at me.
\nAn hour earlier, I had wanted Daniel as far away from me as possible.
\nNow the thought that Mark Dalton and Thomas Mercer might have done something to him made my stomach twist.
\nNot because I had forgotten what Daniel had done.
\nI hadn\u2019t.
\nBut I needed him alive.
\nI needed answers.<\/p>\n
And I needed him to face whatever the truth turned out to be.
\nDetective Lawson was already on the phone.
\n\u201cPull every camera covering Terminal B, ground transportation, employee corridors, parking exits, everything.\u201d
\nEmily squeezed my hand.
\n\u201cRachel, Daniel went there willingly.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe left with Mercer.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe may be part of this.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cBut if Mark and Mercer made Rebecca disappear after three million dollars was placed on her life, what happens when someone in their operation becomes dangerous to them?\u201d
\nEmily went silent.
\nDetective Moreno heard me.
\n\u201cSo you\u2019re thinking Daniel became a liability.\u201d
\n\u201cDidn\u2019t he?\u201d
\nI pointed toward the hospital tray where the documents had been.
\n\u201cTonight he hurt me in front of evidence he couldn\u2019t control. The nurse heard him. The police became involved. You found the medication. You found the policies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Moreno\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cAnd Daniel knew we were looking at him.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat would he do if he thought Mercer and Dalton could protect him?\u201d
\n\u201cGo to them.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd what would they do if they thought he could expose them?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nThey didn\u2019t have to.
\nLawson ended his call.
\n\u201cAirport security found another camera.\u201d
\nMoreno stood.
\n\u201cWhat does it show?\u201d
\n\u201cWhitaker entered the service corridor carrying the duffel bag.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cMercer stayed outside.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Dalton?\u201d
\n\u201cDalton appears approximately six minutes later.\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel?\u201d
\n\u201cNever appears again on that camera.\u201d
\nMy pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere must be another exit.\u201d
\n\u201cThere is.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nLawson looked at me.
\n\u201cA restricted employee loading area.\u201d
\nMoreno frowned.
\n\u201cHow did Daniel access it?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re trying to determine.\u201d
\nMy mind immediately went somewhere else.
\n\u201cMark.\u201d
\nThey looked at me.
\n\u201cWhat about him?\u201d Moreno asked.
\n\u201cMark\u2019s brother works at the airport.\u201d
\nLawson stepped closer.
\n\u201cDoing what?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly. Cargo, maybe.\u201d
\n\u201cName?\u201d
\n\u201cJason Dalton.\u201d
\nLawson was typing before I finished.
\nEmily stared at me.
\n\u201cHow do you remember that?\u201d
\n\u201cChristmas dinner.\u201d
\nDaniel and Mark had complained because Jason had to work Christmas Eve.
\nFor years, those conversations had seemed meaningless.
\nNow every insignificant detail felt important.<\/p>\n
Lawson made another call.
\n\u201cJason Dalton. Employee access. Check immediately.\u201d
\nHe walked into the hallway.
\nI leaned back against the pillow.
\nMy incision throbbed.
\nThe doctor had warned me to rest, but rest felt impossible now.
\nEmily touched my shoulder.
\n\u201cYou need to breathe.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve spent weeks sleeping, Em.\u201d
\n\u201cThat wasn\u2019t sleep.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\nShe regretted the words immediately.
\n\u201cSorry.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the part I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about.
\nHow many hours had been stolen from me?
\nHow many conversations?
\nHow many decisions?
\nHow many times had Daniel put something in my body and then told me my illness was responsible?
\nDetective Moreno pulled her chair closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel, I need to ask you something difficult.\u201d
\n\u201cGo ahead.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore tonight, did you ever believe Daniel wanted you dead?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe answer was immediate.
\nThen I thought about it.
\n\u201cNo,\u201d I repeated more quietly.
\n\u201cDid he ever make comments about what would happen if your treatment failed?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cHe talked about practical things.\u201d
\n\u201cFuneral arrangements?\u201d
\n\u201cOnce.\u201d
\n\u201cMoney?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cInsurance?\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter my diagnosis.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cThat we needed to make sure everything was organized.\u201d
\n\u201cDid that seem unusual?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I thought he was scared.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he ask you to do?\u201d
\n\u201cSign papers.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat papers?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThe shame hit me immediately.
\n\u201cI should know.\u201d
\nMoreno shook her head.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t do that.\u201d
\n\u201cDo what?\u201d
\n\u201cTurn his choices into your failure.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.
\n\u201cHe would bring documents when I was exhausted. He\u2019d say, \u2018This is just the hospital authorization,\u2019 or \u2018This is insurance,\u2019 or \u2018Sign here so I can handle the bills.\u2019\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know. Maybe ten. Maybe twenty.\u201d
\nEmily stared at me.
\n\u201cRachel.\u201d
\n\u201cI trusted my husband.\u201d
\nMoreno wrote something down.
\n\u201cDid anyone witness your signatures?\u201d
\n\u201cSometimes Mark.\u201d
\nHer pen stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMark came over a few times.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter surgery.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe brought documents from Daniel\u2019s office.\u201d
\nMoreno leaned forward.
\n\u201cDid Mark ever personally ask you to sign anything?\u201d
\nA memory surfaced.<\/p>\n
Mark sitting at my kitchen table.
\nDaniel standing behind me.
\nA yellow tab stuck to the bottom of a page.
\nSign here.
\nI remembered my hand trembling.
\nI remembered Mark sliding another sheet over the first before I could read it.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many times?\u201d
\n\u201cAt least twice.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Daniel say the documents were?\u201d
\n\u201cBusiness contingency paperwork.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would you sign business contingency paperwork for his company?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he said spouses needed to acknowledge certain financial arrangements.\u201d<\/p>\n
Moreno stared at me.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound right, does it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNot anymore.
\nHer phone buzzed.
\nShe read the message.
\n\u201cJason Dalton is employed at the airport.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat department?\u201d
\n\u201cCargo operations.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes he have access to that service corridor?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nEmily whispered, \u201cSo Mark could\u2019ve gotten Daniel through.\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Jason now?\u201d
\nMoreno checked the message again.
\n\u201cHe clocked out forty-seven minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore or after Daniel disappeared?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nThen Lawson rushed back inside.
\n\u201cWe have the loading-dock camera.\u201d
\nMoreno stood.
\n\u201cWhat does it show?\u201d
\n\u201cThree men.\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy entire body relaxed for half a second.
\nThen Lawson continued.
\n\u201cBut something\u2019s wrong.\u201d
\nHe held up his phone.
\nThe video was grainy and distant.
\nDaniel emerged through a metal door carrying the black duffel.
\nMark walked beside him.
\nA third man followed.
\nNot Mercer.
\nYounger.
\nLarger.
\nJason, I assumed.
\nDaniel stopped beside a white cargo van.
\nThere was no audio.
\nMark said something.
\nDaniel shook his head.
\nMark stepped closer.
\nDaniel backed away.
\nThen Daniel dropped the duffel bag.
\nEmily leaned toward the screen.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re arguing.\u201d
\n\u201cYes,\u201d Lawson said.
\nDaniel pointed toward the terminal.
\nMark grabbed his arm.
\nDaniel pulled free.
\nThen Jason moved behind him.
\nDaniel turned.
\nAnd Mark hit him.
\nI gasped.
\nOnce.
\nHard.
\nDaniel stumbled against the van.
\nMark struck him again.
\nJason opened the side door.
\nDaniel fought.
\nActually fought.
\nThe three disappeared partly behind the vehicle.
\nThen Jason and Mark shoved Daniel inside.
\nThe door slammed.
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cTimestamp?\u201d Moreno asked.
\n\u201cTwenty-three minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cVehicle?\u201d
\n\u201cAirport cameras are tracking it.\u201d
\n\u201cLicense plate?\u201d
\n\u201cStolen.\u201d
\n\u201cDirection?\u201d
\n\u201cNorth.\u201d
\nMoreno was already moving.
\nThen I said, \u201cWait.\u201d
\nShe turned.
\n\u201cThe duffel bag.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey left it.\u201d
\nEveryone looked back at the footage.
\nI was right.
\nThe black bag remained on the pavement.
\nA minute after the van drove away, Thomas Mercer appeared.
\nHe picked it up.
\nThen walked in the opposite direction.
\nMoreno stared at the screen.
\n\u201cWhere did Mercer go?\u201d
\nLawson checked another message.
\n\u201cBack into the terminal.\u201d
\n\u201cFind him.\u201d
\nMy mind was racing.
\nDaniel had gone to the airport with Mercer voluntarily.
\nHe had carried something there.
\nMark and Jason had taken him.
\nMercer had taken the bag.
\nWhatever was inside mattered.
\n\u201cMaybe Daniel wasn\u2019t trying to flee,\u201d I said.
\nMoreno looked at me.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe he was trying to give Mercer something.\u201d
\n\u201cOr retrieve something.\u201d
\nEmily said, \u201cMoney?\u201d
\n\u201cDocuments,\u201d I whispered.
\nBecause Daniel was an insurance broker.
\nAnd if what we were uncovering went back years, documents might be more valuable than cash.
\nMoreno\u2019s phone rang.
\nShe answered.
\n\u201cMoreno.\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t open it until the bomb unit clears it.\u201d
\nMy eyes widened.
\nShe ended the call.
\n\u201cThey found the duffel.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cAirport restroom.\u201d
\n\u201cMercer?\u201d
\n\u201cGone.\u201d
\nLawson swore quietly.
\n\u201cDid he leave the airport?\u201d
\n\u201cThey don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen Moreno looked at me.
\n\u201cRachel, we\u2019re going to need a list of every place Daniel might keep records outside your house.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know any.\u201d
\n\u201cStorage units?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cSafe-deposit boxes?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d
\n\u201cSecond properties?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cOffices?\u201d
\n\u201cHis company office.\u201d
\n\u201cAlready being secured.\u201d
\nI thought harder.
\nDaniel hated storing important things at home.
\nHe always said a house could burn.
\nThen I remembered our anniversary.
\nTwo years earlier.
\nWe had been driving downtown when Daniel stopped at a private storage facility.
\nHe went inside for ten minutes.
\nHe told me he was picking up archived client files.
\n\u201cWhat was the name?\u201d Moreno asked.
\n\u201cI can\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cLocation?\u201d
\n\u201cNear the old train depot.\u201d
\nLawson started searching.
\n\u201cWas Daniel alone?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWho was with him?\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nSomeone had come outside to meet him.
\nI could see the person in my memory.
\nGray coat.
\nGlasses.
\nA man.
\nThen it clicked.
\n\u201cThomas Mercer.\u201d
\nMoreno and Lawson looked at each other.
\n\u201cAre you certain?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe detectives left the room to coordinate the search.
\nEmily sat beside me.
\n\u201cYou realize what this means?\u201d
\n\u201cThat Daniel knew Mercer long before Rebecca died.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nMy husband had lied about almost everything.
\nAnd yet I had just watched him being forced into a van.
\nTwo truths could exist at once.
\nDaniel could be my abuser.
\nAnd Daniel could now be in danger.
\nI didn\u2019t need to forgive him to want him found alive.
\nAn hour passed.
\nThen another.
\nThe hospital became quieter.
\nMy pain medication began wearing off, but I was afraid to take anything.
\nWhen the nurse offered the prescribed dose, I stared at the cup.
\nShe noticed.
\n\u201cI opened it in front of you.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t have to take it.\u201d
\nI hated that Daniel had even stolen this from me.
\nThe ability to look at medicine without fear.
\nEventually, I took it.
\nAt 2:17 a.m., Detective Moreno returned.
\nHer expression told me something had happened.
\n\u201cDid you find him?\u201d
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cBut we found the storage facility.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cThere are three units connected to companies associated with Mercer.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d
\n\u201cTwo were mostly records.\u201d
\n\u201cMostly?\u201d
\n\u201cInsurance files. Copies of IDs. Medical documents. Financial information.\u201d
\nEmily stood.
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\n\u201cMany people.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n\u201cAnd the third unit?\u201d
\nMoreno hesitated.
\n\u201cEmpty.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why does that matter?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause it wasn\u2019t always empty.\u201d
\nShe held up a tablet.
\n\u201cFacility records show someone cleared it yesterday.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re obtaining the surveillance footage.\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen her phone buzzed.
\nShe read the message.
\nHer eyes widened.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s here.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe footage.\u201d
\nShe opened the video.
\nThe timestamp was from yesterday afternoon.
\nA vehicle backed toward the storage unit.
\nThe driver\u2019s door opened.
\nDaniel stepped out.
\nMy chest tightened.
\nThen the passenger door opened.
\nA woman emerged.
\nNot Mark.
\nNot Mercer.
\nA woman.
\nDaniel unlocked the storage unit.
\nTogether they began loading boxes into the vehicle.
\nEmily leaned closer.
\n\u201cWho is she?\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t answer.
\nBecause even through the grainy image, I recognized her.
\nThe woman had sat beside my hospital bed after my first surgery.
\nShe had brought flowers.
\nShe had hugged Daniel in front of me.
\nHe introduced her as an old family friend.
\nHer name was Claire.
\nBut that wasn\u2019t what made my blood turn cold.
\nIt was what I remembered Daniel saying after she left.
\n\u201cClaire lost her husband to cancer last year.\u201d
\nDetective Moreno looked at me.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d
\nI pointed at the screen.
\n\u201cHer husband died?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout a year ago.\u201d
\nMoreno immediately started typing.
\n\u201cName?\u201d
\n\u201cMichael Bennett.\u201d
\nLawson called from the doorway.
\n\u201cI know that name.\u201d
\nEveryone turned.
\nHe walked inside slowly.
\n\u201cMichael Bennett had a life insurance policy.\u201d
\nI already knew what he was going to say.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cFive million.\u201d
\nEmily covered her mouth.
\n\u201cAnd who sold him the policy?\u201d
\nLawson looked directly at me.
\n\u201cDaniel Whitaker.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWho received the money?\u201d
\n\u201cHis wife.\u201d
\nClaire.
\nThe woman secretly moving boxes with my husband one day before he attacked me.
\nBut Lawson wasn\u2019t finished.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s another problem.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMichael Bennett\u2019s cause of death was cancer.\u201d
\nI waited.
\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t a problem.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Lawson said.
\n\u201cExcept according to the medical records we just pulled, his cancer was in remission when he died.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cHow did he actually die?\u201d
\nLawson looked at Detective Moreno.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cCardiac arrest following what doctors believed was an accidental medication overdose.\u201d
\nMedication.
\nAgain.
\nSteven.
\nRebecca.
\nMichael.
\nAnd now me.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\nDetective Moreno immediately called another investigator.
\n\u201cLocate Claire Bennett. Now.\u201d
\nBut before she finished the sentence, my hospital-room phone rang.
\nEveryone froze.
\nNobody had given that number to my family.
\nThe nurse looked at the display.
\n\u201cExternal call.\u201d
\nMoreno raised one finger.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t answer normally.\u201d
\nShe motioned to Lawson, who began recording.
\nThe phone rang again.
\nI picked it up.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nFor several seconds, there was only breathing.
\nThen a woman\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cRachel?\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nI knew that voice.
\nClaire.
\n\u201cWhere is Daniel?\u201d I asked.
\nSilence.
\nThen she whispered something I wasn\u2019t expecting.
\n\u201cListen carefully. You don\u2019t have much time.\u201d
\nDetective Moreno moved closer.
\n\u201cClaire, where is my husband?\u201d
\n\u201cHe made a mistake tonight.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat mistake?\u201d
\n\u201cHe finally decided to tell you the truth.\u201d
\nMy heart slammed against my ribs.
\n\u201cWhat truth?\u201d
\nClaire started crying.
\nThen she said six words that changed everything.
\n\u201cDaniel wasn\u2019t supposed to hurt you.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nThere was a noise on her end.
\nA door.
\nClaire gasped.
\nThen her voice became frantic.
\n\u201cRachel, the cancer wasn\u2019t the plan.\u201d
\nThe line went dead.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cancer wasn\u2019t the plan.\u201d
\nClaire\u2019s words stayed in my head long after the call went dead.
\nDetective Moreno took the receiver from my hand.
\n\u201cTrace it.\u201d
\nLawson was already moving.
\n\u201cThe hospital system should capture the incoming number.\u201d
\nI barely heard him.
\nI stared at the wall.
\n\u201cWhat did she mean?\u201d
\nEmily moved closer.
\n\u201cRachel\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she mean the cancer wasn\u2019t the plan?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked at Moreno.
\n\u201cShe said Daniel wasn\u2019t supposed to hurt me.\u201d
\n\u201cI heard her.\u201d
\n\u201cSo she knew something was supposed to happen to me.\u201d
\n\u201cThat is one interpretation.\u201d
\n\u201cOne interpretation?\u201d
\nMy voice rose.
\n\u201cShe called a hospital room nobody should know I\u2019m in, told me I don\u2019t have much time, and said my cancer wasn\u2019t part of the plan.\u201d
\nMoreno stayed calm.
\n\u201cAnd that\u2019s exactly why we need to find her before we decide what every sentence means.\u201d
\nI hated that she was right.
\nBut I hated waiting more.
\nLawson returned.
\n\u201cThe call originated from a prepaid phone.\u201d
\n\u201cLocation?\u201d
\n\u201cCell tower places it roughly twelve miles east.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you narrow it?\u201d
\n\u201cWorking on it.\u201d
\nMoreno\u2019s phone rang.
\nShe answered immediately.
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\nI sat upright.
\nShe listened.
\n\u201cSend units. Medical too.\u201d
\nShe ended the call.
\n\u201cDaniel?\u201d
\n\u201cWe found the cargo van.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cAbandoned behind a closed warehouse.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he inside?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy hope disappeared.
\n\u201cBut there was blood.\u201d
\nEmily covered her mouth.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cNot enough to determine anything yet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere are Mark and Jason?\u201d
\n\u201cGone.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThen Moreno added, \u201cThere was also a phone inside the van.\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel\u2019s?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\n\u201cRegistered to Michael Bennett.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cClaire\u2019s dead husband?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cBut he\u2019s been dead a year.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\nNothing made sense anymore.
\nA dead woman\u2019s sedatives were hidden behind my tea.
\nA dead man\u2019s phone was inside the van used to abduct my husband.
\nInsurance policies connected all of them.
\nAnd somewhere in the middle was Claire.
\nThe woman who had just warned me.
\nLawson\u2019s phone buzzed.
\nHe read the message.
\n\u201cThey\u2019ve got the prepaid phone location tighter.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cIndustrial district near Harbor Road.\u201d
\nMoreno grabbed her coat.
\nThen I remembered something.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nShe turned.
\n\u201cClaire mentioned Harbor Road once.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cLast Christmas.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said she was finally selling Michael\u2019s workshop.\u201d
\nLawson stopped.
\n\u201cWorkshop?\u201d
\n\u201cHe restored antique furniture. At least that\u2019s what Daniel told me.\u201d
\n\u201cAddress?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nMoreno was already calling someone.
\n\u201cSearch property records for Michael Bennett, Claire Bennett, businesses, storage, workshops\u2014anything near Harbor Road.\u201d
\nShe headed toward the door.
\n\u201cDetective.\u201d
\nShe looked back.
\n\u201cBring her back alive.\u201d
\nMoreno nodded once.
\nThen she left.
\nEmily and I were alone.
\nFor nearly twenty minutes neither of us spoke.
\nFinally she said, \u201cDo you think Daniel was going to kill you?\u201d
\nI stared at the blanket.
\nYesterday, I would have called the question insane.
\nNow I couldn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cI think Daniel was doing something to me.\u201d
\n\u201cThe sedatives?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nEmily looked toward the door.
\n\u201cWhat if Claire knows?\u201d
\n\u201cShe does.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nThat was the question.
\nThen another memory surfaced.
\n\u201cBecause she was here.\u201d
\nEmily frowned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThree weeks after my diagnosis. Claire came to the house.\u201d
\n\u201cYou told me she visited after surgery.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did. But she came before surgery too.\u201d
\n\u201cWas Daniel home?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\nI stopped.
\n\u201cNo. That\u2019s not true.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cThey argued.\u201d
\nMy sister leaned forward.
\n\u201cAbout what?\u201d
\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t hear everything.\u201d
\n\u201cTry.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nI had been upstairs.
\nDaniel thought I was asleep.
\nClaire\u2019s voice had carried from the kitchen.
\nI remembered one sentence.
\n\u201cYou said she wasn\u2019t supposed to get sick.\u201d
\nMy eyes opened.
\nEmily had gone pale.
\n\u201cShe said that?\u201d
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Daniel say?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cRachel, try.\u201d
\nI concentrated.
\nA door closing.
\nClaire crying.
\nDaniel lowering his voice.
\nThen\u2014
\n\u201cThis changes the timeline.\u201d
\nI felt cold.
\n\u201cHe said something about a timeline.\u201d
\nEmily immediately grabbed her phone.
\n\u201cCall Moreno.\u201d
\nI did.
\nShe answered on the first ring.
\nI told her.
\nThere was silence.
\n\u201cRachel, are you certain?\u201d
\n\u201cNot completely. I was exhausted.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s okay. Don\u2019t force the memory.\u201d
\n\u201cClaire said I wasn\u2019t supposed to get sick.\u201d
\n\u201cAnything else?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel said it changed the timeline.\u201d
\nMoreno went quiet.
\nThen she asked, \u201cWhen was this?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout three weeks after my diagnosis.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd when was the two-million-dollar policy created?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWe do.\u201d
\nMy heart tightened.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cEleven months before your diagnosis.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\nThe policy wasn\u2019t something Daniel had arranged because cancer frightened him.
\nIt existed before anyone knew I had cancer.
\n\u201cEleven months?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWas my signature on it?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t sign it.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll have a handwriting expert examine it.\u201d
\nI suddenly remembered all the paperwork Daniel had asked me to sign over the years.
\nTax documents.
\nMortgage papers.
\nInsurance renewals.
\nBlank signature lines hidden beneath pages I never read closely.
\n\u201cWhat was the effective date?\u201d
\nMoreno told me.
\nThe date meant nothing at first.
\nThen it did.
\n\u201cThat was our anniversary.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel took me to dinner that night.\u201d
\nEmily stared at me.
\n\u201cHe bought a two-million-dollar policy on you for your anniversary?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d
\nMoreno said, \u201cRachel, we\u2019ll talk more when I return.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you find Claire?\u201d
\n\u201cWe found the workshop.\u201d
\nMy heart jumped.
\n\u201cIs she there?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nThe call ended.
\nI stared at Emily.
\nEleven months before my diagnosis.
\nThe plan had existed before cancer.
\nSo what was supposed to happen?
\nMy phone\u2014still held as evidence\u2014became the next piece.
\nAn investigator arrived about thirty minutes later.
\n\u201cWe recovered deleted cloud messages associated with your account,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cMessages between whom?\u201d
\n\u201cYour husband and Mark Dalton.\u201d
\nMy pulse accelerated.
\n\u201cWhy were they in my account?\u201d
\n\u201cYour husband\u2019s tablet was apparently syncing backups through a shared family cloud account.\u201d
\nDaniel had complained about that tablet constantly.
\nHe said technology hated him.
\nApparently technology had remembered what he wanted forgotten.
\n\u201cCan I see them?\u201d
\n\u201cSome.\u201d
\nThe investigator showed Detective Lawson first.
\nThen Lawson turned the tablet toward me.
\nThe first message was dated fourteen months earlier.
\nMark: Mercer says paperwork is ready.
\nDaniel: Keep Rachel out of it.
\nMark: Obviously.
\nMy hands started shaking.
\nThe next message.
\nDaniel: What if she asks about the premium?
\nMark: She won\u2019t see it.
\nDaniel: Make sure.
\nThen another.
\nMark: Timeline still 18\u201324 months?
\nDaniel: That\u2019s the idea.
\nI stopped.
\n\u201cTimeline.\u201d
\nEmily whispered, \u201cThe same word.\u201d
\nLawson nodded.
\nThere were more.
\nMark: Don\u2019t get impatient.
\nDaniel: I\u2019m not.
\nMark: Rebecca was different. We can\u2019t repeat mistakes.
\nMy stomach turned.
\nRebecca.
\nThey had discussed her.
\nDaniel knew exactly who she was.
\nThe next message was sent three months before my diagnosis.
\nDaniel: Claire wants out.
\nMark: She doesn\u2019t get out.
\nDaniel: Michael is making her nervous.
\nMark: Michael isn\u2019t talking.
\nThen, two weeks later:
\nDaniel: Mercer handled it.
\nMark: Good.
\nLawson took the tablet away before I could read further.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cRachel\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI need to see it.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve seen enough to establish that your husband was lying about these relationships.\u201d
\n\u201cI need to know what they planned for me.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re still reconstructing it.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened to Michael?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re reopening that investigation.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Mercer handle?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI started crying.
\nNot because I was afraid of the answer.
\nBecause I finally understood how long I had been living inside someone else\u2019s plan.
\nLong before cancer.
\nLong before surgery.
\nLong before Daniel started pressing his fingers into my wounds.
\nHe and Mark had been discussing a timeline for my life.
\nMy death.
\nMy money.
\nMy sister wrapped her arms around me.
\nThen Lawson\u2019s phone rang.
\nHe answered.
\n\u201cGo.\u201d
\nHis expression sharpened.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t touch anything.\u201d
\nHe hung up.
\n\u201cThey found Claire.\u201d
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nRelief flooded through me.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cAt Michael\u2019s workshop.\u201d
\n\u201cIs she okay?\u201d
\n\u201cShe has injuries, but she\u2019s conscious.\u201d
\n\u201cWho hurt her?\u201d
\n\u201cShe hasn\u2019t said.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Moreno with her?\u201d
\n\u201cOn the way.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nClaire was alive.
\nThat meant answers were alive too.
\nTwenty minutes later, Moreno called.
\nThis time Lawson put her on speaker.
\n\u201cRachel?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m with Claire.\u201d
\n\u201cCan I talk to her?\u201d
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s being treated.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she tell you what she meant?\u201d
\nMoreno hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nEvery muscle in my body tightened.
\n\u201cWhat was the plan?\u201d
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t originally to kill you.\u201d
\nI stared at the phone.
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\n\u201cTo make you disappear.\u201d
\nEmily frowned.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nMoreno continued.
\n\u201cAccording to Claire, Daniel and Mark were involved in fraudulent insurance arrangements using Mercer to manipulate applications and beneficiaries.\u201d
\nI gripped the blanket.
\n\u201cWhy me?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Daniel needed money.\u201d
\n\u201cHe had a business.\u201d
\n\u201cA business with serious hidden debts.\u201d
\n\u201cHow serious?\u201d
\n\u201cMillions.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cYour policy was supposed to solve part of that.\u201d
\n\u201cBut he\u2019d only get paid if I died.\u201d
\n\u201cCorrect.\u201d
\n\u201cThen how was killing me not the plan?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause according to Claire, the original plan involved staging an accident much later.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen I got cancer.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd that changed the timeline.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nEverything clicked.
\nThe policy already existed.
\nThen cancer arrived unexpectedly.
\nDaniel no longer needed to wait for some future staged accident.
\nIf I died during treatment, nobody would question it.
\nCancer would explain everything.
\nExcept I wasn\u2019t dying.
\nMy doctors had been optimistic.
\nMy surgery had gone well.
\nI was recovering.
\nAnd maybe that was the problem.
\n\u201cWhat did Daniel do when he realized I might survive?\u201d
\nMoreno went quiet.
\n\u201cClaire says Mark pressured him to accelerate things.\u201d
\nEmily whispered, \u201cThe medication.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWas Daniel poisoning me?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know whether poison is the correct term. But based on what we have, investigators are looking closely at whether medication was being given to you without consent.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cAnd tonight?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire says Daniel panicked.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause you vomited.\u201d
\nI remembered dinner.
\nThe trash can.
\nDaniel pushing my head down.
\nHis anger.
\nHis finger pressing into my surgical site.
\n\u201cWhat was in dinner?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re testing what was recovered from your kitchen.\u201d
\nMy stomach rolled.
\nThen Moreno said, \u201cRachel, Claire told us something else.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel had decided he wanted out.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cOut of what?\u201d
\n\u201cThe entire arrangement.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cToday.\u201d
\nThat explained the airport.
\nThe duffel.
\nThe documents.
\nMaybe Daniel wasn\u2019t fleeing.
\nMaybe he was carrying evidence.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire says Daniel learned Mark intended to move forward without him.\u201d
\n\u201cWith what?\u201d
\nMoreno didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\n\u201cYour death.\u201d
\nThe words landed quietly.
\n\u201cHe was going to save me?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThe answer hurt because it was fair.
\nDaniel had still assaulted me.
\nStill drugged me.
\nStill isolated me.
\nMaybe he regretted the plan.
\nMaybe he only feared being caught.
\nEither way, remorse did not erase what he\u2019d done.
\n\u201cWhat was in the duffel?\u201d
\n\u201cRecords.\u201d
\n\u201cEvidence?\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly enough to connect Mercer, Mark and others to multiple fraudulent policies.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Mercer took it.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd left it in the restroom.\u201d
\n\u201cThe bag we recovered was empty.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cSo the records are gone.\u201d
\n\u201cNot necessarily.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Daniel apparently made copies.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen I heard commotion through Moreno\u2019s phone.
\nSomeone spoke to her.
\nHer voice became distant.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\nThen she came back.
\n\u201cRachel, I have to go.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cPolice found Jason Dalton.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Daniel with him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Jason alive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen ask him where my husband is.\u201d
\n\u201cWe will.\u201d
\nThe line disconnected.
\nAnother hour passed.
\nAt 4:46 a.m., Moreno returned to the hospital.
\nShe looked exhausted.
\n\u201cJason talked.\u201d
\nI sat up.
\n\u201cWhere is Daniel?\u201d
\n\u201cJason says Mark ordered him to drive Daniel to an abandoned property outside the city.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen where is he?\u201d
\n\u201cJason claims Daniel escaped.\u201d
\nMy heart jumped.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cThey stopped after Daniel became sick. Jason says Daniel attacked Mark, got out of the van and ran.\u201d
\n\u201cInjured?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow badly?\u201d
\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nMoreno gave Lawson the location.
\nSearch teams were already moving.
\nThen she turned back to me.
\n\u201cJason also told us why Mark wanted Daniel.\u201d
\n\u201cThe evidence.\u201d
\n\u201cPartly.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat else?\u201d
\n\u201cMark believed Daniel had created something they called an insurance ledger.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cA complete record.\u201d
\n\u201cOf what?\u201d
\n\u201cEvery policy.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\nMoreno continued.
\n\u201cEvery staged claim. Every payout. Every person involved.\u201d
\nEmily whispered, \u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Daniel has it?\u201d
\n\u201cJason believes so.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen Moreno reached into her pocket.
\n\u201cThere is one more thing.\u201d
\nShe placed a small folded piece of paper on my hospital tray.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cIt was found inside Daniel\u2019s abandoned jacket near the warehouse.\u201d
\nI unfolded it.
\nThere were only two lines.
\nThe first was a string of numbers.
\nThe second was three words.
\nRachel knows where.
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d
\nMoreno watched me.
\n\u201cThink.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never seen these numbers.\u201d
\nEmily leaned over my shoulder.
\n\u201cCould it be a bank account?\u201d
\n\u201cToo short,\u201d Lawson said.
\n\u201cA locker?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\nI stared at the numbers.
\n4-17-11.
\nThey felt familiar.
\nNot because Daniel had ever shown them to me.
\nBecause they belonged to us.
\nApril 17.
\nOur wedding anniversary.
\nEleven.
\nThe number of years we\u2019d been married.
\n4-17-11.
\nThen I remembered Daniel\u2019s anniversary gift to me three years earlier.
\nA small wooden music box.
\nHe told me the combination lock was our wedding date so I\u2019d never forget it.
\nI hadn\u2019t seen the box in months.
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nEveryone looked at me.
\n\u201cKnow what?\u201d
\n\u201cThe numbers.\u201d
\nI pushed the note toward Moreno.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re a combination.\u201d
\n\u201cTo what?\u201d
\n\u201cA music box.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is it?\u201d
\n\u201cAt home.\u201d
\nLawson was already calling the officers at my house.
\n\u201cWhere exactly?\u201d
\n\u201cOur bedroom closet. Top shelf.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThen corrected myself.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s where I kept it.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is it now?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause three weeks ago, Daniel cleaned the closet.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cHe said I needed less clutter while I recovered.\u201d
\nMoreno stared at the note again.
\nRachel knows where.
\nThen Emily whispered, \u201cMaybe he wasn\u2019t talking about where the box is now.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe he meant you know where he would hide something important.\u201d
\nI almost said I didn\u2019t.
\nThen a memory struck me.
\nOur first house.
\nA tiny rental.
\nDaniel had once hidden my birthday present somewhere and given me one clue.
\nWhere we first became us.
\nI knew exactly what he meant.
\nOur wedding venue.
\nA small lakeside inn forty minutes outside the city.
\nThe place Daniel proposed.
\nThe place we married.
\nThe place we returned every anniversary for ten years.
\nUntil this year.
\nThis year Daniel refused.
\nHe said my treatment made traveling too difficult.
\nBut two weeks ago, I saw a charge from the inn on our credit card.
\nWhen I asked him about it, he said it was an accounting mistake.
\nI looked at Moreno.
\n\u201cI know where he put it.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cThe Lakeside Inn.\u201d
\nLawson headed for the door.
\nBut before he reached it, Moreno\u2019s phone rang.
\nShe answered.
\nHer face changed immediately.
\n\u201cSay that again.\u201d
\nShe listened.
\nThen looked at me.
\n\u201cRachel.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey found Daniel.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nRelief hit so hard I almost collapsed.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cLess than two miles from the abandoned property.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he okay?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s injured.\u201d
\n\u201cCan he talk?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what did he say?\u201d
\nMoreno hesitated.
\n\u201cHe asked for you.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cHe gave the officers a message.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat message?\u201d
\nMoreno looked directly into my eyes.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t go to the Lakeside Inn.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cHow does he know I figured it out?\u201d
\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why say that?\u201d
\nMoreno\u2019s expression darkened.
\n\u201cBecause according to Daniel, Mark already knows what\u2019s hidden there.\u201d
\nEmily gripped my arm.
\nI stared at the detective.
\n\u201cWhat is hidden there?\u201d
\n\u201cThe ledger?\u201d
\nMoreno shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cDaniel says the ledger isn\u2019t at the inn.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what is?\u201d
\nHer answer made the room go completely silent.
\n\u201cYour original medical records.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat about them?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel says they prove something happened before your cancer diagnosis.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nMoreno paused.
\n\u201cRachel, Daniel claims your cancer may not have been the first thing they did to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
PART 6 \u2014 DANIEL WASN\u2019T RUNNING \u201cFind my husband.\u201d The words came out before I realized I had said them. Detective Moreno looked at me. An hour earlier, I had … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5444,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6724"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6731,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions\/6731"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/realstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}