The table got quiet.
Even Paige seemed to sense he’d gone a little too far. She put her hand on his arm. “Babe, come on.”
But she said it gently, the way you’d calm down a mischievous toddler, not the way you’d call out a grown man being rude.
I set my fork down.
“Actually, Graham, I’ve been meaning to ask you something all night. What did you say the name of your consulting firm was?”
He blinked. Just once. But I caught it, a tiny flicker behind the confidence.
“I didn’t,” he said smoothly. “I’m independent right now. Building something new.”
I nodded. “Right. Building something new. Because the last thing you built didn’t work out so well, did it?”
Nobody at the table moved.
Paige looked at me, confused. Evan set his coffee cup down very slowly. My mom stopped mid-bite.
Graham’s smile tightened, but he held it. “I’m not sure what you mean, buddy.”
“I mean Prescott Capital Advisers,” I said. “Based out of Fairfax. Registered with the state in 2020. Dissolved in 2023 after roughly forty of your clients filed complaints alleging mismanagement of funds, undisclosed fees, and falsified account statements. Ring any bells?”
The color drained out of his face so fast it was like someone had pulled a plug.
His mouth opened. Nothing came out for three full seconds.
Then he leaned across the table toward me and dropped his voice low, so it was meant only for me.
“Zach. Stop. Please. Not here.”
Not buddy anymore. Zach.
It was the first time all night he’d used my name.
I looked at him and didn’t stop.
He forced a laugh, a bad one, like it was being squeezed out of a tube. “I don’t know where you’re getting your information, but that is completely out of context.”
“Is it?” I didn’t raise my voice, and I didn’t lean forward. I just kept looking at him. “About eighteen months ago, my firm was contracted to do forensic data recovery on the systems of a collapsed investment company in Northern Virginia. We pulled the emails. The server logs. The wire transfer records. I spent three weeks in that data, Graham. Three weeks looking at exactly what happened to those people’s money.”
Paige’s face went from confused to pale. “Zach, what are you talking about?”
I turned to her. This was the hardest part. Confronting Graham was easy. Telling my sister the truth about the man she’d brought into our home was not.
“Paige, I recognized his face the minute he walked in. I just couldn’t place it until he followed me out on the porch. Your boyfriend ran an investment firm that collapsed because he was taking people’s money under false pretenses. People lost their retirement savings. One couple in their sixties lost $212,000. It was in the Northern Virginia Business Journal. There are court records. There’s a state regulatory order. This isn’t gossip. It’s documented.”
Graham stood up so fast his chair scraped across Mom’s hardwood floor. The sound cut through the room like a knife.
“Okay, that’s enough. You have no idea what you’re talking about. That was a business dispute. A regulatory misunderstanding. Everything was settled.”
“Was it?”
I took out my phone, opened the article I’d saved on the porch, and set it in the middle of the table, screen up, right next to the pecan pie.
The headline read: “Fairfax Investment Firm Shuttered Amid Client Fraud Allegations.”
There was a photo. Longer hair, a beard, but unmistakably him.
Evan leaned over and read it. Then he looked up at Graham.
My brother is a corporate attorney. He’s seen enough legal trouble to smell it from across a room. He didn’t say a word, but the look on his face said everything.
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