Richard picked it up. I watched his eyes move slowly across the text, watched them widen as the words settled in.
“Thomas K. Warren,” he read aloud, his voice quieter now. “Senior managing partner. Warren Capital Management.”
The color drained further from Patricia’s face. Christopher’s smirk disappeared entirely, replaced by something closer to alarm.
“Warren Capital,” Richard said again, almost to himself. “You’re — but Warren Capital is one of the largest private equity firms in New England.”
“Yes,” I said simply. “I founded it in 1986. Sold my majority stake three years ago for roughly four hundred million dollars. I kept my seat on the board.”
The silence that followed was heavy enough to feel physically, pressing down on the whole table. Across the dining room, a few nearby patrons had started glancing our way, sensing that something dramatic was unfolding at the Bradford table.
Patricia’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “But you — you live in South Boston.”
