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Harry began sweeping through Senator Hunter Ramson’s electronic files.
By Washington, DC, standards, the guy was squeaky clean. No known affairs. No public arguments with his wife. Despite being a pillar of the Republican party, even the liberal press seemed to like him—or at least tolerate him.
He lived very comfortably, but not outrageously for a direct descendant of a major Mormon church elder.
Just one wife and they’d been together forever, since he’d joined a law firm and she’d won Miss Utah…at which he’d been a judge.
“Sly dog.”
Harry wasn’t a fan of the guy’s politics, but Ramson was consistent and it matched his highly conservative state—he still had a home up in Park City in addition to DC. Okay, he had a small, but tasteful mansion with an amazing high-mountain view. Bet
