{"id":1262,"date":"2021-07-15T15:25:50","date_gmt":"2021-07-15T22:25:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/?page_id=1262"},"modified":"2021-07-15T15:25:50","modified_gmt":"2021-07-15T22:25:50","slug":"justice-calls","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/justice-calls\/","title":{"rendered":"Justice Calls"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pl-1262\"  class=\"panel-layout\" ><div id=\"pg-1262-0\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-1262-0-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1262-0-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-editor panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"0\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1262-0-0-0\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-editor so-widget-sow-editor-base\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"siteorigin-widget-tinymce textwidget\">\n\t<h2>Justice Calls<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pg-1262-1\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-1262-1-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1262-1-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-image panel-first-child\" data-index=\"1\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-image so-widget-sow-image-default-13f2a8b12fcc-1262\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"sow-image-container\">\n\t\t<img \n\tsrc=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307-216x300.jpg\" width=\"216\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307-216x300.jpg 216w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307-768x1067.jpg 768w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307-737x1024.jpg 737w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307-300x417.jpg 300w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/JusticeCallscoverjaf0307.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 216px) 100vw, 216px\" alt=\"\" \t\tclass=\"so-widget-image\"\/>\n\t<\/div>\n\n<\/div><\/div><div id=\"panel-1262-1-0-1\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-button panel-last-child\" data-index=\"2\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1262-1-0-1\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-button so-widget-sow-button-atom-35500a5eb44b-1262\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t><div class=\"ow-button-base ow-button-align-center\"\n>\n\t\t\t<a\n\t\t\t\t\thref=\"https:\/\/www.bellabooks.com\/product\/9781594936173\/\"\n\t\t\t\t\tclass=\"sowb-button ow-icon-placement-left ow-button-hover\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" \t>\n\t\t<span>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tBUY\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pgc-1262-1-1\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1262-1-1-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-editor panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"3\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1262-1-1-0\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-editor so-widget-sow-editor-base\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"siteorigin-widget-tinymce textwidget\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h3 style=\"margin-bottom:20px ;display:block;width:100%;margin-top:10px\">Justice Calls <\/h3>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t#tab_container_1183 {\r\n\toverflow:hidden;\r\n\tdisplay:block;\r\n\twidth:100%;\r\n\tborder:0px solid #ddd;\r\n\tmargin-bottom:30px;\r\n\t}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .tab-content{\r\n\tpadding:20px;\r\n\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n\tmargin-top: 0px;\r\n\tbackground-color:#ffffff !important;\r\n\tcolor: #000000 !important;\r\n\tfont-size:18px !important;\r\n\tfont-family: Arial !important;\r\n\t\r\n\t\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n\t}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs {\r\n    border-bottom: 0px solid #ddd;\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a, #tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a:hover, #tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a:focus {\r\n\tcolor: #000000 !important;\r\n\tcursor: default;\r\n\tbackground-color: #ffffff !important;\r\n\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a {\r\n    margin-right: 0px !important; \r\n    line-height: 1.42857143 !important;\r\n    border: 1px solid #ced6db !important;\r\n    border-radius: 0px 0px 0 0 !important; \r\n\tbackground-color: #e1e9ee !important;\r\n\tcolor: #000000 !important;\r\n\tpadding: 15px 18px 15px 18px !important;\r\n\ttext-decoration: none !important;\r\n\tfont-size: 15px !important;\r\n\ttext-align:center !important;\r\n\tfont-family: Arial !important;\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a:focus {\r\noutline: 0px !important;\r\n}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a:before {\r\n\tdisplay:none !important;\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a:after {\r\n\tdisplay:none !important ;\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li{\r\npadding:0px !important ;\r\nmargin:0px;\r\n}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a:hover , #tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a:focus {\r\n    color: #000000 !important;\r\n    background-color: #e1e9ee !important;\r\n\tborder: 1px solid #ced6db !important;\r\n\t\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a .fa{\r\n\r\nmargin-right:5px !important;\r\n\r\nmargin-left:5px !important;\r\n\r\n\r\n}\r\n\r\n\t\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs a{\r\n\t\t\tbackground-image: none;\r\n\t\t\tbackground-position: 0 0;\r\n\t\t\tbackground-repeat: repeat-x;\r\n\t\t}\r\n\t\t\t\r\n\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li {\r\n    float: left;\r\n    margin-bottom: -1px !important;\r\n\tmargin-right:0px !important; \r\n}\r\n\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1183 .tab-content{\r\noverflow:hidden !important;\r\n}\r\n\r\n\r\n@media (min-width: 769px) {\r\n\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li{\r\n\t\tfloat:left !important ;\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-right:-1px !important;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs{\r\n\t\tfloat:none !important;\r\n\t\tmargin:0px !important;\r\n\t}\r\n\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li {\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tmargin-right: 8px !important;\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t}\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav{\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n}\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n@media (max-width: 768px) {\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li {\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-bottom: 8px !important;\r\n\t\tmargin-right:0px !important;\r\n\t\tmargin-left:0px !important;\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t}\r\n\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav{\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n}\r\n\r\n\r\n\t.wpsm_nav-tabs li:before{\r\n\t\tdisplay:none !important;\r\n\t}\r\n\r\n\t@media (max-width: 768px) {\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs  li  a  i{\r\n\t\t\t\tdisplay: none !important;\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t.wpsm_nav-tabs{\r\n\t\t\tmargin-left:0px !important;\r\n\t\t\tmargin-right:0px !important; \r\n\t\t\t\r\n\t\t}\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t#tab_container_1183 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li {\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tmargin-right: 8px !important;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\r\n\t}\t\t\t\t<\/style>\r\n\t\t\t\t<div id=\"tab_container_1183\" >\r\n\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t<ul class=\"wpsm_nav wpsm_nav-tabs\" role=\"tablist\" id=\"myTab_1183\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li role=\"presentation\"  class=\"active\"  onclick=\"do_resize()\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#tabs_desc_1183_1\" aria-controls=\"tabs_desc_1183_1\" role=\"tab\" data-toggle=\"tab\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span>ABOUT THE BOOK<\/span>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li role=\"presentation\"  onclick=\"do_resize()\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#tabs_desc_1183_2\" aria-controls=\"tabs_desc_1183_2\" role=\"tab\" data-toggle=\"tab\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span>BACKSTORY<\/span>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li role=\"presentation\"  onclick=\"do_resize()\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#tabs_desc_1183_3\" aria-controls=\"tabs_desc_1183_3\" role=\"tab\" data-toggle=\"tab\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span>EXCERPT<\/span>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<li role=\"presentation\"  onclick=\"do_resize()\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"#tabs_desc_1183_4\" aria-controls=\"tabs_desc_1183_4\" role=\"tab\" data-toggle=\"tab\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<span>VIDEO<\/span>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/li>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/ul>\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t\t  <!-- Tab panes -->\r\n\t\t\t\t\t  <div class=\"tab-content\" id=\"tab-content_1183\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane  in active \" id=\"tabs_desc_1183_1\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p>The greatest hold on the present is the past.<\/p>\r\n<p>For twenty-five years the memory of her brother\u2019s murder has followed Ari Adams like a shadowy companion. Now Ari has found new evidence, a picture of Richie\u2019s killer and a new hope for justice. But what seemed to be a simple botched robbery proves to be far more sinister.<\/p>\r\n<p>To uncover the truth Ari must confront her own grief and misery\u2014and face her father, Detective Jack Adams, who also blames himself for Richie\u2019s death.<\/p>\r\n<p>The seventh installment of Ann Roberts\u2019 award-winning series finds detective Ari Adams on the search of her life, where guilt and resentment can only be extinguished by justice.<\/p>\r\n<p>An Ari Adams Mystery Series Book 7.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane \" id=\"tabs_desc_1183_2\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p>Who killed Richie Adams?<\/p>\r\n<p>I\u2019ve been waiting to answer that question since the beginning of the Ari Adams mystery series, but timing is everything. The seeds for Justice Calls were planted over a decade ago in the first Ari Adams mystery, Paid in Full. Ari knew her eight-year-old brother Richie was collateral damage during a convenience store holdup, but she knew little else. The killer escaped and Ari and her family struggled with loss throughout her youth\u2014and the gaping hole Richie\u2019s death left in their lives.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n<p>I had not determined the details of Richie\u2019s murder at the beginning of the series, but each book added more texture and definition to Ari and her family\u2014their dark side, their secrets, and the overwhelming guilt each one carried about Richie\u2019s death. It would have been impossible for Ari to solve Richie\u2019s murder early in the series because she wasn\u2019t ready yet. She wasn\u2019t a good enough amateur detective with the confidence necessary to balance her overwhelming feelings for her little brother and the logical search for clues and evidence that would reveal his killer.<\/p>\r\n<p>And then\u2026the cliffhanger-ending of A Secret to Tell.<\/p>\r\n<p>Justice Calls, like all the books in the Ari Adams series, stands alone. Many readers have read the series out of order, but there is a definite setup between Secret and Justice, as the character of Richie is introduced through flashbacks in A Secret to Tell.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n<p>So, think of this as a pitch for two books, not one. If you haven\u2019t yet read A Secret to Tell, I\u2019d read it first. And to those of you who\u2019ve followed the series religiously\u2026 Here\u2019s what you\u2019ve been waiting for.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane \" id=\"tabs_desc_1183_3\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p><p style=\"text-align: center;\">Chapter One<\/p><p>This is Richie\u2019s blood.<\/p>\r\n<p>Ari Adams turned over the large plastic bag, the word EVIDENCE written in bold script across a label slapped haphazardly to one side. The bag contained a portion of her dead brother Richie\u2019s baseball card collection, his 1992 Dodger stack, made crimson when he dropped to the floor after being shot. Most of the cards had congealed, but she could still read the name on the top card. Darryl Strawberry, Richie\u2019s favorite player.<\/p>\r\n<p>He would routinely lay the trading cards across the kitchen table, like a version of Solitaire only he understood, his somber expression conveying the importance of his work. She\u2019d imagined he was memorizing his baseball statistics. While he collected cards for all the teams, his favorite was the L.A. Dodgers. He\u2019d coveted the Strawberry card and always kept it on top of his Dodger stack. He had the entire 1992 Dodger team\u2014except for Eric Karros, the first baseman. Richie had died searching for that last card. Her hands shook as she set the bag on the floor. His beloved cards defaced by his own blood...<\/p>\r\n<p>She raced downstairs to the bathroom. A strong whiff of pine suggested her father\u2019s cleaning lady had visited recently. She leaned over the toilet but the sick feeling passed. It was time for a break. She headed for the kitchen and a glass of water, mulling over her actions. Have I committed burglary?<\/p>\r\n<p>She had a key to her father\u2019s house, and she had a specific reason for her visit today: to water his two ferns, Lucy and Ethel. He was vacationing with his new girlfriend, Dylan Phillips, Phoenix\u2019s Chief of Police. It was a test to see if they could travel together. Ari liked Dylan and had come to terms with her father\u2019s romantic involvement with someone who wasn\u2019t her mother. After Lucia died from cancer, Jack Adams had closed off his heart\u2014until he met the new chief.<\/p>\r\n<p>But Ari had an ulterior motive for her visit. She was here for answers, ones her cop father wouldn\u2019t provide. As she passed a mirror in the hallway, she glanced at her reflection\u2014and saw her mother. Her short, black hair framed her Mediterranean features, olive skin, chestnut brown eyes, aquiline nose. She\u2019d always considered Lucia beautiful, but it wasn\u2019t a quality she\u2019d ever associate with herself. She hated wearing makeup or formal clothes, anything that required much attention to herself. Fortunately, her girlfriend Molly didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\r\n<p>She headed back upstairs to Jack\u2019s office and opened a window, welcoming the fresh scents of spring and allowing the cool April morning breeze to circulate throughout the room. It provided a counterbalance to the tableau on the floor: the evidence bag of bloody baseball cards, Richie\u2019s Dodger hat, a scrapbook, and his case file. She\u2019d found it all underneath a false bottom of a drawer in her father\u2019s desk, a desk he\u2019d built himself.<\/p>\r\n<p>She sifted through the contents of his in-basket\u2014electric bill, storage unit bill and weekly ads. At the bottom was a greeting card with a sexy message on the front. She groaned, imagining it was from Dylan, celebrating something like their three-month anniversary. She returned everything as she\u2019d found it, but something nagged at her. She pulled the bill from Quick and Safe Storage. When her father had relocated from Oregon, he\u2019d brought little with him. Why does he need a storage unit now?<\/p>\r\n<p>She dropped into the comfy desk chair he\u2019d owned since she was a little girl. The smell of quality leather still lingered decades later, and when she inched the chair forward, it squeaked. She\u2019d often interrupted his work and climbed onto his lap while he made notes on a case, but whenever she ran through the door, he would quickly flip over the crime scene photos before she could see the gruesomeness of his world. When she grew older and the curiosity she\u2019d inherited from him blossomed, she once snuck into his office after he\u2019d gone to bed and peeked at a file.<\/p>\r\n<p>She wanted to see the front side of those pictures. But the black and white images of a man and woman with slashed throats extinguished her curiosity. Until the night Richie died.<\/p>\r\n<p>Sometimes Jack locked the office door, but she knew the key\u2019s hiding place. She wondered if he\u2019d wanted her to find it, recognizing that the only thing that would slake her natural curiosity were answers.<\/p>\r\n<p>A month after Richie\u2019s death, she\u2019d again snuck inside the office and found a headshot of her eight-year-old brother, lying sideways on the linoleum floor of the convenience store where he\u2019d been shot. His expression, eyes wide open and mouth agape conveyed his shock, as if he couldn\u2019t believe what had occurred. She\u2019d stared in disbelief before she burst into tears and ran out of the room, not bothering to close the door or replace the key. She\u2019d stewed for hours, thinking her father would yell at her. But he never mentioned it. And she never sneaked into his office again. That image of her brother lingered as the official photo of his death.<\/p>\r\n<p>She took a deep breath and slid off the chair. She set aside the evidence bag of cards. Why is this here? Richie\u2019s murder was an open case, a cold case definitely, but no one had been convicted\u2014even accused\u2014of his murder. Ari had suspected Jack was secretly investigating the case. This was her proof.<\/p>\r\n<p>She picked up the Dodger hat, the one he wore every day, even to bed. She brought it to her cheek and the tears flowed as she remembered. He\u2019d gone to the 7-11 around nine p.m., his allowance burning a hole in his pocket. It was summer and he\u2019d been sure he\u2019d find the Eric Karros card. He begged her to go with him, knowing that Jack and Lucia would probably agree to the trip if his twelve-year-old big sister went with him. He\u2019d wanted to go to a 7-11 that was an extra ten blocks away, almost to the northern edge of Glendale. But she\u2019d said no, so for the first time in his life, he\u2019d defied their parents and left through his bedroom window.<\/p>\r\n<p>If only I\u2019d gone with him.<\/p>\r\n<p>She cried until her tears turned to ragged breaths. She inhaled a sharp musty odor from the cap. If only I\u2019d been a good sister. He would be here.<\/p>\r\n<p>She placed the cap on top of the cards and opened the scrapbook\u2014to Richie\u2019s second grade school picture and his obituary. She loved that picture. His smile was natural, despite two missing teeth. It would\u2019ve been unnecessary for the photographer to coax a grin from him. He lived in a constant state of happiness. He was eight and innocent. He wore his dark brown hair longer than most boys, and curly locks covered his ears.<\/p>\r\n<p>The obituary was only a paragraph. By then so much had been written about him in the Glendale and Phoenix newspapers, there wasn\u2019t anything left for Jack or Lucia to print except what they had included. \u201cOur beloved son Richard went to heaven on August 25, 1992. He was a wonderful brother to Ari and a friend to all.\u201d That was true. Richie rarely met a person he didn\u2019t like or couldn\u2019t persuade to like him.<\/p>\r\n<p>She closed the scrapbook and picked up the case file. As a former police officer, she knew what she\u2019d find there, including the grisly photos of the night he died. She guessed the file weighed a few pounds and imagined it was complete. Although Jack had worked for Phoenix PD, he had many friends amidst the various law enforcement agencies in the metropolitan area, including their home city of Glendale, where Richie died. She imagined a sympathetic brother in blue had copied the file for Jack.<\/p>\r\n<p>It would take hours to digest all of the interviews, reports, and Jack\u2019s notes that littered each page. She skimmed the initial report from the first officer who arrived on the scene, Grady Quigley. She\u2019d actually met him a few weeks prior. He\u2019d been young and green in 1992, but he\u2019d been genuinely affected by what he\u2019d observed that hot August night. She knew the story by heart, particularly the clerk\u2019s eyewitness statement. Richie had been in the candy aisle choosing trading card packets when a man in a plaid shirt entered and demanded the money from the register. Richie came around the corner and surprised the gunman, who shot him and ran off with two hundred dollars from the register. Glendale PD conducted an exhaustive search for the killer, but he never surfaced.<\/p>\r\n<p>She shuffled through the top pages of the file and found the composite sketch provided by the clerk, one she\u2019d seen several times on the news during the first month of the investigation. There was nothing memorable about the killer\u2019s face, but she\u2019d forgotten about the baseball cap. Covering his close-cropped brown hair was a green ball cap with a John Deere logo.<\/p>\r\n<p>The sketch was only mildly accurate. After twenty-five years without a real lead to the killer\u2019s identity, Ari had found one\u2014film footage that provided a split-second look at the man in the plaid shirt entering the 7-11. She pulled a computer printout from her back pocket. She\u2019d taken a picture of the exact moment he faced the camera. It was grainy and slightly out of focus, but when she placed it next to the sketch artist\u2019s rendering, she grimaced.<br \/>While there were some similarities, she didn\u2019t think they looked anything alike. It wasn\u2019t surprising. Eyewitnesses often were not reliable, especially ones held at gunpoint. \u201cAnd he put on his hat,\u201d she muttered. She shook her head. No wonder the police hadn\u2019t found him.<\/p>\r\n<p>In the back of the file were the crime scene photos. She knew there would be several of Richie lying in his own blood, including the one she\u2019d seen when she was twelve. She wasn\u2019t sure she could\u2014or should\u2014look. It had been so long ago. She\u2019d catalogued a series of memories, each one serving a different purpose, whether it was to cheer herself up, build her self-esteem or motivate her to finish a task. Ironically her dead brother had become her life coach. She worried the crime scene photos would forever taint her perfect pictures.<\/p>\r\n<p>What about justice?<\/p>\r\n<p>She pulled out the thick stack of photos. Several showed the 7-11\u2019s interior. The harsh fluorescent lighting obscured the finer details, but enough was visible to jog her memory. She\u2019d been in the store frequently until Richie\u2019s death. Now it all came back. The ice cream case, the Slurpee machine, and the candy aisle. How many times had she stood with Richie in front of the baseball trading cards?<\/p>\r\n<p>She flipped to the next photo. There he was, face down. Wisps of curly brown hair rested on the collar of his striped polo shirt. His hands outstretched, the baseball cards around him. In the corner of the photo were three trading card packets still in their wrappers\u2014the ones he intended to purchase.<\/p>\r\n<p>She frowned and grabbed the evidence bag. She couldn\u2019t see any cards in a wrapper.<\/p>\r\n<p>Where are they?<\/p>\r\n<p>She moved through the next several photos, her emotions detaching as she theorized what might have become of the missing packets. When she came upon the familiar photo of his face, her lips parted and a wail burst forth. She slapped the photo over, face down. No clues would come from staring into his soft brown eyes.<\/p>\r\n<p>The final set of pictures were of the 7-11\u2019s exterior. There was little to see except the empty parking lot, the back dumpster and the side lot, which contained an old sedan that Ari surmised belonged to the store clerk. A shot of the storefront showed Richie\u2019s abandoned Schwinn just to the right of the front door. He hadn\u2019t planned to be there very long, and he\u2019d already broken curfew, so it wasn\u2019t surprising that he\u2019d neglected to park the bike in a rack and lock it.<\/p>\r\n<p>She scanned the front parking lot photo again. The light pole that illuminated it sat at the edge of the property. In the movie she\u2019d found, Richie and their friend Glenn had met under that pole before Richie went into the store. Glenn had stayed back filming, just long enough to catch the image of Richie\u2019s killer before his camera ran out of film.<\/p>\r\n<p>The crime scene photographer had deliberately taken several shots of the crowd that had assembled, thinking perhaps the killer might have stayed and watched the police work. She thought she recognized the faces of several neighbors lured outside by the wail of the sirens, but the man in plaid was not among them. Some wore bathrobes and slippers since the police had not arrived until after ten p.m.<\/p>\r\n<p>The beginning of a headache tweaked her skull. She scooped up the reports and pictures and shoved everything back in the file. She debated whether to take it with her. Would her father miss it? She guessed he didn\u2019t review Richie\u2019s case on a regular basis. He\u2019d often told her the best way to catch a break on a cold case was to periodically reread the file. \u201cEventually,\u201d he said, \u201ca lead will jump out at you.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p><em>And I found one.<\/em> But she hadn\u2019t shown the movie to anyone\u2014yet. Jack was out of town for three more days. Molly was also away, providing security detail for a millionaire tech guru, but she would return Saturday night. She hadn\u2019t phoned Glenn and asked him more questions about the film because she had no idea how to contact him, and she wouldn\u2019t know how to approach the conversation over the phone since Glenn was autistic. He\u2019d rarely spoken to anyone that summer, and he left Arizona immediately following Richie\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\r\n<p>Ari decided to take the file and the scrapbook to see if anything jumped out at her. Then she\u2019d return it all before her father got home. She picked up the cards and hat. She\u2019d take the cards as they might provide clues, but she couldn\u2019t decide whether or not to take the hat.<\/p>\r\n<p>Sentimentality won out and she set it on top of the file. She resituated the bottom of the drawer and saw a folded paper that had fallen out with everything else.<\/p>\r\n<p>It was a handwritten note in Jack\u2019s chicken scratch.<em> Ari, if you\u2019re reading this, it\u2019s time to talk.<\/em><br \/><p style=\"text-align: center;\">Chapter Two<\/p><br \/><p style=\"text-align: left;\">After six hours of studying Richie\u2019s case file, Ari realized her parents had kept an important fact from her. Parts of the file were now splayed across her dining room table, and she\u2019d taped several crime scene photos to the wall, excluding the one of Richie\u2019s face. That one she kept inside the file folder, determined never to look at it again. She couldn\u2019t gaze into his sweet eyes, knowing there was nothing she could do to bring him back. Instead she retrieved her favorite picture from her bedroom. It showed the two of them on the swings at Encanto Park. Lucia had taken it as they each swung to go higher than the other. It was just like Richie. Always so competitive. Always wanting to keep up with Ari.<\/p><br \/><p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u201cAnd he usually could,\u201d she murmured. The picture brought her joy and strength\u2014and the resolve to find his murderer even if the memories brought her pain.<\/p><br \/><p style=\"text-align: left;\">She returned to the crime scene photos and the fact she\u2019d unearthed. She was twelve when Richie died, old enough to ask questions about his death once the initial shock passed. Jack and Lucia were always candid with their children, and up to this point, Ari assumed she knew the entire truth. Jack maintained Richie was only in the candy aisle, and when he came around the corner, headed for the cashier, he surprised the robber, who, according to the clerk, turned suddenly and fired.<\/p><br \/><p style=\"text-align: left;\">She now had proof Richie had ventured to another aisle\u2014to get a treat for her. One photo captured everything he\u2019d held when he was shot, including a box of animal crackers, her favorite childhood snack. And the photos of the store\u2019s interior confirmed what she remembered: crackers and cookies were in a different aisle. He was buying those for me, even though I refused to go with him. The realization started the tears again.<\/p><br \/>She understood why Jack and Lucia hadn\u2019t told her about the cookies. They knew she would have blamed herself. What they didn\u2019t know was that she already did since she refused to go with him. And he\u2019d returned her insensitivity with kindness. To know that would have destroyed her young heart.<\/p>\r\n<p>Yet it remained an important clue. Whereas the candy aisle was past the cash register, the cookie and cracker aisle was directly in the clerk\u2019s line of sight. He would have seen Richie in that aisle, but he hadn\u2019t mentioned it during any of his interviews with the police or Jack.<\/p>\r\n<p>The clerk was Elijah Cruz. She found his original statement from that night. <em>The kid headed straight for the candy. By the time the guy came in and hurried up to the register, I forgot the kid was even in the store. The guy\u2019s gun was already out. He was nervous, shaking. And his voice cracked. I couldn\u2019t understand what he said, but I opened the drawer, figuring that\u2019s what he wanted me to do. I handed him the money as the kid came around the corner. I musta looked over at him, and the guy whirled around and pulled the trigger. It seemed like an accident. He made this gasping sound and ran out. Then I called the cops.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She read through two subsequent interviews with Cruz, all conducted by the lead detective, Floyd Hubbard. Cruz\u2019s story changed during his second interview, as he remembered more. He acknowledged other customers had entered between the time Richie walked into the store and the appearance of the gunman. She found Cruz\u2019s background attached to the second interview. Nineteen years old. No priors. Attending Glendale Community College to start an electrical engineering program.<\/p>\r\n<p>She lined up Hubbard\u2019s interview transcripts side-by-side and read them again. Never did Cruz mention Richie in a different part of the store. The third interview, conducted two weeks after Richie\u2019s death, was the longest. Hubbard asked Cruz to recount the events as he remembered them, and he told the same story. But then Hubbard asked him to describe the last customer before Richie was shot and the purchase. Cruz struggled to remember. Ari frowned. One of the most confounding facts of Richie\u2019s case was the lack of video footage. The franchise had not yet invested in video cameras.<\/p>\r\n<p>She went back to Cruz\u2019s last interview. He said he thought the last customer before Richie\u2019s murder was a woman buying beer, but he couldn\u2019t be certain. He mentioned \u201cthe kid with the camera\u201d came in earlier that day, the one who\u2019d come in several times before with other kids that summer--Glenn, the autistic cousin of one of Ari and Richie\u2019s best friends, Scott Long. Glenn\u2019s mother had dropped him off in Arizona at the beginning of that summer with his aunt Henrietta, Scott\u2019s mother, claiming she couldn\u2019t handle him. Glenn was indeed quirky, and he instantly took to Richie. He spent the summer with a movie camera to his eye. And his love of film might be the reason we find the killer.<\/p>\r\n<p>Ari highlighted the part of Cruz\u2019s statement about Glenn. The kid came in around four thirty and walked through the aisles a few times. Just up and down. Didn\u2019t bother to stop and look at anything or buy anything. He started bothering people and I asked him to leave.<\/p>\r\n<p>But that was nearly five hours before Richie died.<\/p>\r\n<p>Behind Hubbard\u2019s transcripts were Jack\u2019s notes. He\u2019d interviewed Cruz three times on his own, the first interview a year after Richie\u2019s murder. By then Cruz had abandoned his engineering degree and was working at the Palo Verde Nuclear Power Plant as a Nuclear Operator. \u201cHe must be competent if he\u2019s babysitting nuclear reactors,\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\r\n<p>Jack had included a newspaper clipping of Cruz\u2019s wedding announcement to Isolde Tovar in 1995. However, two children who looked a lot like Elijah and Isolde were included in the picture. They had obviously been conceived before the marriage.<\/p>\r\n<p>Jack had interviewed Cruz again in 1999. By then Cruz was serving on one of the Glendale mayor\u2019s ad hoc citizen committees, was a deacon at his Catholic parish, Little League coach, and never had been in trouble with the law.<br \/>\u201cHe made a good life for himself,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\r\n<p>At the end of Cruz\u2019s biography was another newspaper article dated August 19, 2015. A short message was scrawled across the top. Jack, I thought you\u2019d want to see this. G. It was a human-interest piece on Elijah Cruz, now in his mid-forties, celebrating his twenty years of volunteerism with Habitat for Humanity.<\/p>\r\n<p>She plugged in the movie projector and started Glenn\u2019s last reel of film. It opened outside the 7-11. His vantage point appeared to be the edge of the parking lot. Ari glanced at one of the crime scene photos and confirmed his exact location. Facing north, east of the light pole. Richie approached on his bicycle and stopped beside Glenn. Richie waved and held up his stack of trading cards. There was no audio, so she couldn\u2019t understand what he said, but his excited gestures suggested he was eager to spend his allowance. He seemed relieved to see Glenn, who, unlike Richie, regularly snuck out. <em>Oh, Richie.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>He waved goodbye and headed for the front of the store. A few seconds later, the man in the plaid shirt came into the light from the west, looked over his shoulder and flung open the closest door. Glenn\u2019s zoom lens caught him in that moment. She guessed he was in his early twenties. His blond hair was close-cropped over his ears but longer on the top and parted on the side. Stubble surrounded his mouth and his eyes were close set. He was thin, gaunt. It was the face of a user.<\/p>\r\n<p>Ari yearned for a few more seconds of the movie, but the screen went white and the reel\u2019s tail flapped. She rewound the scene again. She\u2019d seen the movie so many times that she could perfectly judge how much celluloid was needed to fill the empty reel for Richie to immediately pop up on the screen.<\/p>\r\n<p>This time she stopped the second the killer entered the frame, his profile still visible. She recognized the outline of something in his back pocket\u2014his John Deere cap. She started the film again, saw his profile, and noticed that as he pushed the glass door open with his left hand, his right hand grabbed the cap and the screen went white.<br \/>She rubbed her temples. She\u2019d watched the film at least thirty times. Half a day couldn\u2019t pass without her threading the old projector and watching Richie come alive once more. She loved the part when he pointed to the stack of cards. She knew he was telling Glenn that he was sure he\u2019d find the one card he needed to complete his 1992 Dodger team.<\/p>\r\n<p>Richie was that kid. Always the optimist. Always the believer in the underdog. Glenn was routinely shunned for being different, but Richie would have none of it. He looked at Glenn and saw a friend. Richie\u2019s only struggle was his black and white view of the world, a typical quality for an eight-year-old. Still, Ari imagined he would\u2019ve been student body president of his school. Homecoming king. Head of a community service project. Editor of the Law Review at a university. His life would\u2019ve shone.<\/p>\r\n<p>She sobbed again and found herself standing in front of her liquor cabinet. She debated whether to pour herself a scotch. While Molly was the acknowledged alcoholic, Ari knew from past experience that she sometimes relied too heavily on the mind-numbing effects of a few scotches. She raised her hands in surrender to her better angels and backed away.<\/p>\r\n<p>She vowed to watch the film just once more before she went to work. This time she\u2019d focus on other angles. She\u2019d already missed a late morning meeting with her business partner, but would spend the early evening researching prospective houses for her new buyers.<\/p>\r\n<p>She prepared the footage and the all too-familiar front of the 7-11 appeared. She stared above Richie\u2019s head. Perhaps someone else entered the frame? It was common in the early nineties for kids to ride their bikes throughout the neighborhoods after dark. Although Richie had broken curfew, had he arrived home safely, the punishment would\u2019ve been mild. Neighbors knew each other and looked out for every child, which made Richie\u2019s murder all that more shocking to the community.<\/p>\r\n<p>She could see the silhouette of the trees lining the street along the east side of the 7-11. One was especially memorable because of a low-hanging branch that had smacked her on the side of the face one day as she rode her bike down the sidewalk. Fortunately, it had missed her eye by a few centimeters, but she still had a tiny scar on her temple that Molly routinely traced with her finger. Ari stared at the limb\u2014and then it vanished. Just at the moment when Richie\u2019s assailant appeared on the screen.<\/p>\r\n<p>What?<\/p>\r\n<p>She stopped the projector and found the rewind switch that pulled the delicate celluloid back a few frames, to the point where Richie waved goodbye to Glenn. The nasty tree branch was just over his shoulder. She was certain of it. Richie rode away and her hand remained poised on the dial, ready to stop the projector if in fact the branch disappeared again.<\/p>\r\n<p>Now.<\/p>\r\n<p>She held up a crime scene photo that closely matched the angle of Glenn\u2019s lens\u2014and saw the difference. Not only was the low-hanging tree branch missing, but more of the 7-11\u2019s east wall was visible, including the graffiti tag \u201cWHB,\u201d Westside Homeboys, the gang whose territory included the 7-11. She rewound the film again and focused on the exterior wall. It was difficult to see, since the glare from the light pole bounced off the tan paint, but at the moment the tree branch disappeared, the \u201cB\u201d of the graffiti tag appeared.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cHe paused it.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She looked around, as if there were someone to share her epiphany. She recalled the hours and hours of footage she\u2019d watched of Glenn\u2019s tapes when she helped her friend Scott solve the mystery of his mother\u2019s murder. Glenn would randomly pause the camera, but his eye remained glued to the viewfinder, so no one really knew when he was filming. It was a safe way for him to see the world. Whereas most of his films jerked from breakfast to afternoon car rides to games of horseshoes in the evening, this transition was nearly undetectable. Although he was standing in practically the same place, it was two different moments in time made imperceptible by the shadows of the night and the intermittent glare of the light poles. But it could be highly significant. There was missing time between Richie entering the store and the killer arriving.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhat the hell happened in that store?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Unable to sit still, she paced. In less than a week, she\u2019d found two important clues. She needed to tell someone, and the only person she could think of was her best friend Jane Frank. As she picked up her phone, mariachi music played and Lorraine Gonzalez\u2019s name appeared on her screen. She cleared her throat and prepared to be reprimanded by her business partner.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cHi,\u201d she said tentatively.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhere are you, Ari?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She winced. Lorraine hadn\u2019t offered her customary greeting. She was pissed. \u201cI\u2019m so<br \/>sorry for missing our meeting. It\u2019s just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not why I\u2019m upset. How about a phone call or a text, huh?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s up with you? You never miss our strategy sessions.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She heard her genuine concern. Lorraine wasn\u2019t one to dwell on negative emotions. Ari owed her the truth, and although she was dying to tell someone about the film and what could be breakthroughs in Richie\u2019s case, she couldn\u2019t fathom sharing the information with anyone but Molly or her father first.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cAri?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She could at least be vague and honest since Lorraine was quite familiar with her tragic and complicated past. \u201cI\u2019m in the middle of something personal right now. It\u2019s taking over my mind, but I apologize for being rude and not calling. I should\u2019ve at least done that.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNo worries, Chica. Is there anything I can help you with?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNot right now, but I\u2019ll let you know if that changes.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cPlease do. You know I have many connections,\u201d she added seriously, referring to her family\u2019s network of shady characters throughout the metro Phoenix area. There wasn\u2019t any service or product\u2014legal or illegal\u2014that Lorraine didn\u2019t have at her disposal.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cAre you good to meet the Carpenters tomorrow or should I go in your place? You know how nervous they are about buying their first home.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNo, I\u2019m fine. I\u2019ll be there. I\u2019ve already got four great listings to show them.\u201d She hoped she sounded convincing. By tomorrow, she would have four listings\u2014at least.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cOkay. Call me afterward, Chica. I\u2019m here for you.\u201d \u201cI will. Thanks. And again, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNo worries.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She hung up and smiled, grateful to have Lorraine as a co-broker in their realty firm. She looked down\u2014at a highball glass filled with scotch. She closed her eyes and groaned. She\u2019d gone on autopilot. \u201cNo sense in good liquor going to waste.\u201d She picked up the glass and stared at Richie\u2019s broad grin that filled the small screen. \u201cHere\u2019s to you, little brother. We\u2019re gonna figure this out.\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane \" id=\"tabs_desc_1183_4\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/U_F3EHaDoaQ\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n <script>\r\n\t\tjQuery(function () {\r\n\t\t\tjQuery('#myTab_1183 a:first').tab('show')\r\n\t\t});\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\tjQuery(function(){\r\n\t\t\tvar b=\"fadeIn\";\r\n\t\t\tvar c;\r\n\t\t\tvar a;\r\n\t\t\td(jQuery(\"#myTab_1183 a\"),jQuery(\"#tab-content_1183\"));function d(e,f,g){\r\n\t\t\t\te.click(function(i){\r\n\t\t\t\t\ti.preventDefault();\r\n\t\t\t\t\tjQuery(this).tab(\"show\");\r\n\t\t\t\t\tvar h=jQuery(this).data(\"easein\");\r\n\t\t\t\t\tif(c){c.removeClass(a);}\r\n\t\t\t\t\tif(h){f.find(\"div.active\").addClass(\"animated \"+h);a=h;}\r\n\t\t\t\t\telse{if(g){f.find(\"div.active\").addClass(\"animated \"+g);a=g;}else{f.find(\"div.active\").addClass(\"animated \"+b);a=b;}}c=f.find(\"div.active\");\r\n\t\t\t\t});\r\n\t\t\t}\r\n\t\t});\r\n\t\t\r\n\r\n\t\tfunction do_resize(){\r\n\r\n\t\t\tvar width=jQuery( '.tab-content .tab-pane iframe' ).width();\r\n\t\t\tvar height=jQuery( '.tab-content .tab-pane iframe' ).height();\r\n\r\n\t\t\tvar toggleSize = true;\r\n\t\t\tjQuery('iframe').animate({\r\n\t\t\t    width: toggleSize ? width : 640,\r\n\t\t\t    height: toggleSize ? height : 360\r\n\t\t\t  }, 250);\r\n\r\n\t\t\t  toggleSize = !toggleSize;\r\n\t\t}\r\n\r\n\r\n\t<\/script>\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Justice Calls<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1262","page","type-page","status-publish","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1262","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1262"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1262\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1330,"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1262\/revisions\/1330"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}