" Is it possible that your late husband..." He stopped, wearing a gloomy look. " I mean, are you really sure that Roman is your Sylvester."

I narrowed my eyes, eyebrows knitting rough patterns.

He paused. " I'm not doubting you, but I think your late husband was connected to me somehow."

My muscles relaxed. " What? Is he your long-lost brother?"

He cackled. " Do you remember Kelvin's keyholder?"

I recall his expression the day he first saw it. Kelvin had loaned him the keyholder for a day ...