Chapter 16 - The Man Who Started the Fire

Neal Varga talked for six hours.
He had spent twenty years being useful to men who preferred clean hands.
He installed hidden wiring.
Cloned access cards.
Made cameras repeat old footage.
Started fires that looked electrical.
He had worked at Red Hook when Elena's husband, Tomas, discovered the secret rooms.
"Tomas wasn't supposed to die," Varga said during the recorded interview. "He came back after shift. Saw equipment he wasn't meant to see. Bennett panicked."
The warehouse fire had been set to destroy financial records.
Tomas was still inside.
I watched Elena hear that truth in my office.
She did not cry at first.
She sat perfectly still while Sophie colored beside her.
Then she asked, "Did your father know?"
Varga's recorded answer came next.
"Carlo knew after. He paid the widow because he felt guilty. Bennett told him it was an accident during cleanup."
Elena closed her eyes.
Five years of not knowing ended without bringing any peace.
"I'm sorry," I said.
She looked at me. "For what?"
"My family brought this into your life."
"Your family also includes three babies upstairs who had nothing to do with it."
Then she looked at Sophie.
"And one little girl who should never have had to be brave because adults were cowards."
I had no answer.
Varga also confirmed the plan for my children.
Bennett and Celeste intended to stage a kidnapping, hold the triplets at Northstar, and produce medical reports claiming the babies had been exposed to dangerous conditions at my home.
At the same time, they planned to leak evidence of my criminal associations and trigger an emergency trust vote.
Celeste would take control.
Bennett would protect Northstar and the money routes.
Then came the part nobody expected.
"Mrs. Moretti didn't know about the wall sound," Varga said.
Luca frowned. "What?"
"Celeste knew about the kidnapping. Bennett told her the babies would be moved during a fake fire alarm. He didn't tell her he was testing a sonic device on them."
I looked through the observation glass at my aunt.
She had betrayed us.
But even she had not understood how far Bennett had gone.
Bennett had been running his own plan inside hers.
"Why?" Marco asked Varga.
"Because he didn't trust Celeste either."
Bennett wanted sole control of Northstar.
The kidnapping was only phase one.
Once Celeste became trustee, he planned to expose her involvement, force her resignation, and install an outside fiduciary he controlled.
Everyone had been using everyone.
Then Varga gave us one more name.
A person Bennett had paid inside my house for almost a year.
Not Monica.
Not a guard.
Not a nanny.
Someone with access to payroll, renovations, staff schedules, and every contractor who entered the property.
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My estate manager of twelve years.
Ruth Calder.