The Man in Cardigan 12
Roland Castellano lived in a retirement facility twenty minutes outside the city, in a room marked, absurdly, Cardigan 12 on the resident directory — a joke about his wardrobe that had apparently outlived several administrators. Isla found his name in the newspaper archive, listed as legal counsel for Halvorsen Import & Trading in an old business filing.
He didn't seem surprised to see her.
"Marchetti," he said, studying her face before she'd even introduced herself. "You've got his eyes. Anselm's."
"You knew my grandfather."
"I drew up the papers that ended him." Roland gestured at the chair across from his own. "Sit. I always figured someone would come asking, eventually. Didn't think it'd be a bride."
Isla laid the forged contract page on the small table between them. Roland didn't need his glasses to recognize it.
"Franklin wanted the shipping routes," he said. "Anselm wouldn't sell. So Franklin found a debt Anselm didn't know he had — a loan Anselm's own business partner had taken out against the company without telling him — and called it due all at once. Anselm couldn't pay. Franklin offered to buy the company for a fraction of its worth to 'save' him from bankruptcy court. Anselm refused that too."
"So Franklin forged his signature instead."
"I typed the agreement Franklin told me to type," Roland said, and something in his face folded inward, decades of guilt surfacing all at once. "I didn't know about the second signature until years later. By then Franklin was already rich enough that no one wanted to hear it from an old lawyer with a shaky memory."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Because I was afraid, and then I was old, and somewhere in between those two things I told myself it didn't matter anymore." He looked at her directly. "It mattered. I'm sorry it took you finding it for me to say so."
Isla sat back, the weight of it settling into her chest. "Doreen sent me the ledger. She sent me a note three years before I met Weston."
Roland went very still.
"She didn't want you to fall in love with her son," he said quietly. "She needed you to."