She walked over to Kali Knight, their intern studying journalism at Columbia, and, for the moment, Milo’s gofer. Mia always wanted to cuddle her, she was so small and shy, her blue eyes huge behind her large black-framed glasses. She was the baby in the newsroom, the youngest on staff at only twenty, but she was already their social media guy’s right hand. Benny was all of twenty-six and nabbed Kali whenever Milo gave her a free ten minutes. She’d done an excellent job in a very short time researching Harrington’s life and the Harrington family in Boston. She was as good at online research as any of them, but she had at least five more years of technology tucked under her arm, which made her faster.

Kali was bent over something at her desk. Mia lightly touched her shoulder. Kali looked up and smiled.

“Thank you, Kali, the Harrington landing page was perfect. You saved me hours of research.”

“No problem, Mia. I enjoyed it. The Harringtons, the facts about the family, the jazzy photos, it’s all amazing. And a summer place on Nantucket. They live in a different world. My dad would hate them.”

“Maybe my dad would, too.” Mia made her way to her desk, put her messenger bag in a drawer, and sat down in her squeaky chair. She laid the two photos on the desk and studied them, traced her finger over their profiles. Truth be told, she couldn’t be sure if the blond guy gesticulating to Serena had anything at all to do with Mr. Notched Ear with his thick silver chain-link bracelet. Who are you? Gail didn’t recognize you, I don’t recognize you. You crashed the rave, didn’t you? You’re both older, too, I think, and you know each other. I’ll bet my new dolphin earrings you do. You were there together to pick out a girl and roofie her, weren’t you? You’ve done that before? Of course you have. I bet you two have a plan in place that works for you. You know the steps to follow, what to do and when to do it. Find a girl both of you like, shouldn’t take you long. I don’t think you wanted to kill Serena, why would you? But this time something went wrong, didn’t it? Is that why you set the fire in the kitchen, so you could get her out of there? You know what, you bastards? I’m going to figure out who you are, you’ll see.

“What’d you say, Briscoe? Stop garbling your words, speak up, I didn’t hear you.”