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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  56. Epilogue
  57. Epilogue
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. About the Author
  60. Also by Catherine Coulter
  61. About the Publisher

He stared at her a moment, ran his hand over his bald head. “So you’re after him about something. Whatever. Come into my office, Briscoe, the yahoos are too noisy out here. I want to hear more about your plans for Harrington. Tell me what you’re planning to do in Boston, who you’re going to see. You’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

Mia followed her boss into his large glass-windowed office and settled back into what everyone on staff called the electric chair. “To spare you some time, Milo, my plan is to interview everyone from Kali’s landing page I can get to in Boston, and Harrington’s campaign staff here in New York, of course. I hope to talk with the man himself today. And I’d like to make time when up in Boston to head over to Harvard, talk to his professors. I’m thinking about calling his coach at Bennington Prep in Connecticut. Alex Harrington was really into lacrosse, helped win a championship for Bennington Prep. Coaches often remember more about their kids than anyone else.” Like bad habits, suspected bad behavior, drugs, who knew?

Milo said, “Never played lacrosse, a snooty private school game, my dad always said, not nearly as tough as football.” Milo called up one of Kali’s photos, angled his laptop so both of them could see it. “There he is, good-looking kid. What, about seventeen, eighteen? You can tell he’s going to grow up to be a chick magnet.”

She pointed. “The kid next to him is his BFF we talked about, name’s Kent Harper.”

“Yeah, as I told you, he runs his family’s New York branch in New York, Harper Strategic Services, huge in insurance. I’m thinking he’s a string to pull too. Maybe you can worm a secret or two out of him.” He studied his photo again. “Kent definitely has the look of the wingman, like Robin to Batman.”

Mia studied the photo again, slowly nodded. “Thank you, Milo, you just might be right.”

Milo frowned at her, sat back in his big tufted black chair. “So if you don’t have any more to say, get out of here and find out everything Harrington’s done since he was sucking his thumb and finger-painting the walls of his nursery. I don’t pay you to sit there grinning at me.”

14

Sherlock

Driving to Brickson, New York

Tuesday afternoon

Sherlock called Dillon while waiting for Special Agent Kelly Giusti of the New York Field Office to pick her up from the Thirty-Fourth Street helicopter pad in her new white Fiat she called Baby. “I’m here at the helipad. Kelly’s not here yet, probably caught in traffic so I have a few minutes. How’s Sean? What’s happening on the Southern Front?”