Chapter Two
At 0602 hours, I arrived at the house, a simple brick rambler fronted with a trim lawn. Hanging back in the car, I pondered what might be going down.
Clients usually had needs I could understand and meet with a minimum of face time. My one IRL meeting with the Harcourts had been at a local coffee shop. I’d never seen the Harcourts’ house. Its humble appearance surprised me.
Ron and Marian Harcourt were a power couple, of a sort. They were i********: stars. They’re called “influencers”, which is kind of funny since I’d never heard of them before this. Apparently, it had all started with a blog. They’d quit their jobs and traveled the world, sometimes bringing their two children, others leaving them in an au pair’s care.
Things took off from there, as they attracted sponsors
