They Told Me I Didn’t Belong at My Sister’s Vineyard Wedding — By Sunset, Federal Agents Were Walking Between the Tables

about for months, where Mark would charm everyone with his vague stories about “international logistics” and “crypto-diversification”—buzzwords that sounded impressive but meant absolutely nothing when you actually tried to pin down specifics.

I remembered the first time I met him, six months ago at a family barbecue. He’d been too slick, too polished,continue reading …