“Rothwell Global Enterprises.” Across the patio, Everett Rothwell went very still.

“Over the final eighteen months of our marriage,” I said, to Damon, and to the two hundred people who had come to watch him celebrate himself, “more than four hundred and twenty thousand dollars was moved out of my grandmother’s trust, through shell companies, into accounts controlled by your brother, your mother, and this house — the one we are standing in.

This morning, my attorney filed formal criminal and civil fraud complaints.

The trust accounts are frozen by court order as of yesterday.