“Nah, it would make sense if that was the reason, but she’s from a rich family, no need to marry for more. In fact it’s said her daddy considered Theo no better than a low-class dockworker. Word is it’s a love match. Go figure. They had two children, Alex, now thirty-four, nearly thirty-five, and a younger sister, Liliana, thirty-one. Bless her heart, she looks more like daddy, but in her case it wasn’t a drawback. She’s done well, married to a physician, has three young children, and lives in Newport. Actually I’ve met her. She’s homely, true, but she’s sincerely nice, Mia, she’s kind. And she’s as smart as her daddy.

“I don’t know if you met Kent Harper last night, but he’s going to be a player in this campaign, whether officially or not. He’s Harrington’s oldest friend, also from Boston, also old money. Look at the photo Kali found of the two of them in their freshman year at Harvard drinking beer at the local hangout. They’re having a great time, both big gamers, both wearing gaming T-shirts. They’ve been friends since they were kids.

“And next there’s Pamela Raines Barrett, Harrington’s fiancée of three months. They’ll be bringing her front and center into the campaign when the time comes. They’re to be married in a big August society shindig on Nantucket, where the Harringtons have a summer home. You can see she’s a looker, has a pretty smile, but my buddy at the Globe who’s been around her says Pamela’s got a solid underlayer of mean, doesn’t give a crap about anyone who’s not in her own social class. She’s thirty-one, married and divorced early, no children, and lucky enough for that not to matter because she was born into a solid Boston Brahmin family with scads of old money. She’s doubtless known Harrington most of her life since they’re in the same social group. Oh yes, she’s an interior designer with ready-made access to monied clients, and she’s making something of a splash for herself in Boston.

“Get a good taste of what to expect, Briscoe, she’s an important piece. You’ll want to interview her when you go to Boston tomorrow.

“Oh yes, and here’s a photo of Juliet Ash Calley, too. She was Harrington’s fiancée for a while, some two years ago. Maybe you’ve heard of her, she’s—”

“You mean Juliet Ash Calley, the concert pianist?”