I wasn’t sure if I’d call her, but I saved the number.
Then I put my phone away, pulled my coat tighter against the cold, and walked toward the parking garage.
For the first time in three years, I felt like I could breathe.
The fallout was swift and measured.
Two weeks after the wedding, Victoria Harrison was summoned to the Suffolk County District Attorney’s Office for questioning regarding the Cape Cod property sale. The interview lasted four hours.
When she emerged, according to what Marcus later told me, she looked ten years older.
.webp)
Her attorney, a colleague from her tennis club who’d originally agreed to represent her, withdrew from the case within days, citing conflict of interest.
The real reason, I suspected, was that he’d seen the evidence and wanted nothing to do with a losing battle.
Or perhaps he’d heard from enough mutual friends that continuing to represent Victoria would damage his own standing in Boston’s legal community.
My father moved to a hotel on March 28th—the Ritz-Carlton, because even in crisis, Richard Harrison maintained appearances.
He released a statement through a family friend stating that he was seeking space to process recent revelations and had no prior knowledge of any improper transactions.