Harris took the phone from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Detective Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Mason answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wondered how quickly she\u2019d hand you the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just admitted providing information to Frederick Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I\u2019m the reason he knows Amber took something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifference?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA significant one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked at Martinez.<\/p>\n
Martinez shook his head.<\/p>\n
Do not trust him.<\/p>\n
Harris ignored the gesture.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomewhere safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve remained alive by being careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter Hall tried that.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter\u2019s alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The surprise sounded real.<\/p>\n
But by then I distrusted real-sounding surprise almost as much as lies.<\/p>\n
Mason continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need assurance Bentley is safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Amber?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot your concern.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is absolutely my concern.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen come in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone inside law enforcement is compromised.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martinez muttered, \u201cEverybody says that when they don\u2019t want handcuffs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martinez\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
The familiarity between them made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two know each other?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
Martinez answered first.<\/p>\n
\u201cProfessionally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s generous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell us where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen this conversation ends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris did.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk Bentley whether his mother ever showed him a white envelope with a green courthouse stamp.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley looked confused.<\/p>\n
Then his face shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe remembers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInside was a protective-order petition Amber never filed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carla frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason answered through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause filing it required listing an address where she could receive notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris said, \u201cThere are confidentiality procedures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich fail if someone inside the system leaks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give me suspicion.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cJudge\u2019s clerk. Sheriff\u2019s civil process. One attorney. Possibly police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat narrows nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt narrowed enough for Amber to stay alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBarely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Mason continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI represented her after she left Travis. I also represented Voss Development years earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you understand why she came to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand why that looks bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least he admitted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew how Voss companies were structured. She needed someone who could identify what she had copied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe flash drive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell Voss?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug swore.<\/p>\n
Bentley went completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he was already looking for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I could control what he knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martinez scoffed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fed a predator information and called it control.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Voss Amber possessed records related to Travis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make him pressure Travis to stay away from her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stupidity of intelligent adults can be breathtaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought Voss would protect Amber?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor his own interests.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe realized the records could expose him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to undo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI warned Amber.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter giving away her secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley spoke for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made her move.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason went silent.<\/p>\n
Bentley stepped closer to the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made Mom scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBentley\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said a lawyer messed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Mason breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
No defense.<\/p>\n
No polished excuse.<\/p>\n
Just admission.<\/p>\n
Bentley looked almost disappointed by it.<\/p>\n
Anger sometimes wants resistance.<\/p>\n
Without resistance, it has nowhere to strike.<\/p>\n
Harris resumed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you need to talk to Bentley. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Amber told me she created a second copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked toward Harris\u2019s evidence case.<\/p>\n
\u201cSecond copy of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why Bentley?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said if everything failed, he would know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not know you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded like something Amber would do.<\/p>\n
Hide information inside ordinary objects.<\/p>\n
Birthday presents.<\/p>\n
Children\u2019s routines.<\/p>\n
Places nobody dangerous would look.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say exactly?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mason hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said, \u2018Bentley remembers what adults forget.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLibrary parking lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone follow her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martinez muttered, \u201cYour judgment hasn\u2019t been stellar.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason snapped back, \u201cNeither has yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris stepped between the argument before it could become useless.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere can we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason gave an address.<\/p>\n
An abandoned law office downtown.<\/p>\n
Martinez shook his head immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cTrap.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason said, \u201cDaniel would say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Because you think everyone lies the way you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris disconnected before either man could continue.<\/p>\n
He arranged a controlled meeting.<\/p>\n
Mason was ordered to approach alone.<\/p>\n
Police would secure the building.<\/p>\n
Bentley would remain with me.<\/p>\n
That last part became the problem.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m supposed to remember something,\u201d Bentley said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris can ask you questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know what Mom told Mr. Mason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither do you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe seeing him helps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said I get a voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I want to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get every decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty stopped him.<\/p>\n
I took his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am terrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean you get to lock me away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hated the answer.<\/p>\n
But he did not argue further.<\/p>\n
Harris left with Martinez under supervision.<\/p>\n
Doug remained.<\/p>\n
Carla took Maddie upstairs.<\/p>\n
Bentley paced my living room.<\/p>\n
At three in the afternoon, Harris called.<\/p>\n
Mason was real.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
Unarmed.<\/p>\n
Terrified.<\/p>\n
He had brought files.<\/p>\n
Hundreds of pages.<\/p>\n
Copies of Voss contracts.<\/p>\n
Emails.<\/p>\n
Corporate ownership records.<\/p>\n
Documents linking shell companies to fraudulent claims.<\/p>\n
Enough, Harris believed, to transform a local assault case into something much larger.<\/p>\n
But Mason also brought something else.<\/p>\n
An audio recording.<\/p>\n
Amber.<\/p>\n
Harris returned to the duplex with a copy.<\/p>\n
He asked Bentley whether he wanted to hear it.<\/p>\n
Bentley nodded.<\/p>\n
The recording had been made in Mason\u2019s office approximately eight weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
Amber\u2019s voice sounded stronger than it had from the hospital.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf something happens to me, don\u2019t give the records to just one agency.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I don\u2019t know who Voss owns.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber, that\u2019s speculation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo was Travis finding my second apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paper rustled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifferent places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Bentley?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him a story.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley frowned.<\/p>\n
On the recording Mason asked, \u201cA story?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat story?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber laughed nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lighthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat lighthouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom used to tell me one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
On the recording Amber continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I ever disappear and Bentley needs to find what I left, ask him where the lighthouse keeper hid the spare flame.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason said, \u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean anything to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt will to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Every adult looked at Bentley.<\/p>\n
He stood perfectly still.<\/p>\n
Then whispered, \u201cUnder the floor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the story, storms kept breaking the lighthouse windows. The keeper was scared the main flame would go out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he hid another?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnder the floorboards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the lighthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat represents the lighthouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThink.\u201d<\/p>\n
He squeezed his eyes shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom changed the story depending where we lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat stayed the same?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe keeper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she call the lighthouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley opened his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked toward the shared wall.<\/p>\n
Amber\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n
We crossed immediately.<\/p>\n
Police had already searched the obvious hiding places.<\/p>\n
Now we searched with a child\u2019s story in mind.<\/p>\n
Floorboards.<\/p>\n
Loose planks.<\/p>\n
Closets.<\/p>\n
Bedroom corners.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Bentley walked slowly through each room.<\/p>\n
Kitchen.<\/p>\n
Living room.<\/p>\n
Hall.<\/p>\n
Then stopped in his bedroom.<\/p>\n
He looked at the small wooden bookcase beside the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy lighthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom called it that.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bookcase was tall and narrow, painted white years ago.<\/p>\n
The top edge had a triangular cap.<\/p>\n
Almost like a lighthouse roof.<\/p>\n
Harris moved toward it.<\/p>\n
Bentley stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFloor.\u201d<\/p>\n
He knelt.<\/p>\n
The bottom shelf held books.<\/p>\n
He removed them.<\/p>\n
Then lifted a thin removable panel.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was another board.<\/p>\n
Four screws.<\/p>\n
Doug brought a screwdriver.<\/p>\n
Inside the hidden cavity lay a plastic waterproof pouch.<\/p>\n
Bentley stared at it.<\/p>\n
Another flash drive.<\/p>\n
A stack of photographs.<\/p>\n
A handwritten list.<\/p>\n
And one audio recorder.<\/p>\n
Harris photographed everything before touching it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s on the recorder?\u201d Bentley asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll check safely.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
The handwritten list contained names.<\/p>\n
Some familiar.<\/p>\n
Travis Nolan.<\/p>\n
Frederick Voss.<\/p>\n
Glenn Mercer.<\/p>\n
Peter Hall.<\/p>\n
Daniel Martinez.<\/p>\n
David Mason.<\/p>\n
Then several initials.<\/p>\n
Two police officers.<\/p>\n
An insurance adjuster.<\/p>\n
A county official.<\/p>\n
Martinez\u2019s name had a question mark beside it.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s had the word REGRETS.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s read SCARED \/ HELPS SOMETIMES.<\/p>\n
Travis\u2019s read DANGEROUS \/ ALSO AFRAID OF F.V.<\/p>\n
And beside Frederick Voss:<\/p>\n
HE IS THE ONE THEY ALL ANSWER TO.<\/p>\n
Bentley stared at that sentence.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mom knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Harris said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Voss was worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she run farther?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody could answer.<\/p>\n
Maybe money.<\/p>\n
Maybe illness.<\/p>\n
Maybe exhaustion.<\/p>\n
Maybe every road away had begun to look like another place Voss could eventually find.<\/p>\n
Harris examined the audio recorder.<\/p>\n
Battery still worked.<\/p>\n
One file.<\/p>\n
He pressed play.<\/p>\n
At first came static.<\/p>\n
Then voices.<\/p>\n
Amber.<\/p>\n
Travis.<\/p>\n
An argument.<\/p>\n
Not the bathroom confrontation from nine days earlier.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
Travis said, \u201cYou don\u2019t understand who you stole from.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber answered, \u201cI didn\u2019t steal anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou copied his books.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI copied yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then Travis\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows about the kids.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Amber whispered, \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear to God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then another voice entered the recording.<\/p>\n
Not physically present.<\/p>\n
Phone speaker.<\/p>\n
Calm.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frederick Voss.<\/p>\n
Even Martinez, hearing the playback over Harris\u2019s open call, confirmed it.<\/p>\n
Voss said, \u201cThis can still end quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber answered, \u201cLeave my children alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no interest in your children.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop watching my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then Voss said something that turned the room cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not the one watching your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Harris immediately replayed the final line.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
If Voss had told the truth, then somebody else had been conducting surveillance too.<\/p>\n
Someone independent of Voss.<\/p>\n
Bentley stared at the recorder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then my landline rang.<\/p>\n
The old phone.<\/p>\n
The number almost nobody had.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
No greeting.<\/p>\n
No introduction.<\/p>\n
A distorted male voice.<\/p>\n
The same one from the midnight call.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Harper.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n
The voice continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found the second copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris motioned for me to keep talking.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
A soft laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019ve been listening longer than Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley stepped toward the phone.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Not fear this time.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
He pointed at the receiver.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The distorted voice kept speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell Detective Harris the Voss file is incomplete.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris froze.<\/p>\n
Bentley whispered urgently.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I mouthed.<\/p>\n
Bentley stared at me.<\/p>\n
Then at Doug.<\/p>\n
And finally at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man who called Mom before Travis came.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat man?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one she called Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris took the phone from me. \u201cThis is Detective Harris.\u201d Silence. Then Mason answered. \u201cI wondered how quickly she\u2019d hand you the phone.\u201d \u201cYou just admitted providing information to Frederick … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7806,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chapter-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7818","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7818"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7858,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7818\/revisions\/7858"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7806"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}