| | | James PATTERSON “Nothing,” says Mary. «t talked to Jeffrey, and I'm going to his house tomorrow morning, says Wendy. “I’m going to set something up for you.” “Cool. Like, what do you think?” “1 don’t know. I’m going to talk to him tomorrow morning when I go to his house about it.” “Um, how much would | get paid?” “Talk to him. I'll talk to him tomorrow, and then [ll bring you in the next day. You can talk to him about it.” So far, so good, thinks Officer Pagan. But she needs more. She looks at Mary expectantly, but not too expectantly, she hopes. She can imagine how hard it must be for the girl. Or maybe she cant imagine it at all. But either way, Mary seems [Oo have gotten the message. Straightening up in her chair, she begins to press Wendy. “| don’t know,” Wendy says In response. “t don't know. Youre going to have to talk to him about it. I mean, | don't really work tor him like that. I just bring girls to him and they work for him... . You can ask him, like, ‘What can 1 do to make more money?’” Mary keeps pressing. | “The more you do, the more you get paid,” Wendy says finally. “want me to bring my sister for you? So that we can get paid. more or something?” “Well, yeah. That’s what [’m saying. I’m working tomorrow, and me and him are going to put a schedule together for you and your sister. SO I'll call you tomorrow when 1 leave Jeffrey with a schedule.” “Okay, well, I dont have a phone. So if you guys call me, I'd have to know what time so I could ge

CHAPTER 9 ther believe their girl. Officer arents. Ergo, Mary must be tell- got a sweet, high, halting voice. soth times, she speaks with her “What happened?” in writes: While speaking to me, cry. ye into the room,” Mary says. tis waist. He took off the towel. he lay down on a massage table. it his wee-wee was very tiny.” n spoke only to give her instruc: ice. She tells Pagan that she was lo. FirtHy Ricu She removed her pants, leaving her thong panties on, Pagan writes in her incident report. She straddled his back, whereby her exposed buttocks were touching Epstein’s exposed buttocks. Epstein then turned to his side and started to rub his penis in an up-and-down motion. Epstein pulled out a purple vibrator and began to massage Mary’s vaginal area. Mary’s sure that Epstein ejaculated. “He used a towel to wipe himself down as he got off the table,” she says. That week, Pagan’s assigned to the case, along with six detec- tives. Five men, two women. “A predator case,” one of them will say. “This is different from someone who is stealing. This preda- tor is a smart person, and that’s his desire. He can’t stop.” Within days, another victim comes into the station. She’s got a similar story. It’s a tricky case, according to a source closely involved with the investigation, because the girls involved are far too young to use as bait in an attempt to catch Epstein committing another crime— even if they were willing to play along. Still, there are other strings that

CHAPTER 9 Mary: March 2005 ther and stepmother believe their girl. Officer ary’s fa ‘ Mary must be tell- Pagan believes Mary's parents. Ergo, , , ing the truth. The girl's got a sweet, high, halting voice. Pagan interviews her twice, and both times, she speaks with her chin buried deep in her chest. “Tell me, honey,” says Pagan. “What happened? In her notepad, Michele Pagan writes: While speaking to me, Mary became upset and started to cry. “This white-haired guy came into the room,” Mary says. “Wearing only a towel around his waist. He took off the towel. And then he was all naked, and he lay down ona minsaaer _ “He was a really built guy. But his wee-wee was very ii Mary tells Pagan that Epstein spoke only to give her instruc- tions, which he did in a stern voice. She tells Pagan that she was alone and didn’t know what to do. 24 he *; ° = ~~ 7 = She removed her par writes in her incident re; She straddled his ba touching Epstein’s exposec Epstein then turned tc up-and-down motion. Eps to massage Mary’s vagina Mary’s sure that Epst himself down as he got c That week, Pagan’s as tives. Five men, two won say. “This is different fro tor is a Smart person, anc Within days, another a similar story. It’s a tricky case, accordii investigation, because thi as bait in an attempt to cat even if they were willin strings that Chief Reiter’s Two weeks later, on a controlled call to Wend: The first attempt goes The next time Mary c: On the recordings m tiny and tentative,

FittuHy RicH Otficer Pagan’s starting to feel as though she’s swimming in uncharted waters. She’s young, and the cases she’s worked before this have been minor. Robberies, that sort of thing. Pagan’s not used to the Gold Coast. She was educated in New York City, and, to her, the less affluent towns further in from the Coast might as well be somewhere in Georgia. Then again, she knows enough to Se Adar cake Sane Meee know that in the back of the station, detectives are already CHAPTER 8 | whispering. 3 What’s a guy with that kind of money need with some girl from out west? The women around here could make a man cry. Extortion? The kid’s fourteen. What would she know from extortion? Have you seen the shows these kids watch? They know about things we've never dreamed about. No, Pagan thinks. This is her case. a police officer Michele Pagan She’s the one who’s going to work it. fary’s stepmother. ’m going to have to ask you to ~— PO ot a coal 5s eh pagal ig more until | speak with my it Pd urge you to come in. Let us r the rest of the day. We're on does most of the talking. says. “At school. A fight between .ase understand, our Mary's not | B 22 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009172

Officer Pagan’s startin uncharted waters. She’s yc this have been minor. Ro used to the Gold Coast. SI to her, the less affluent tor well be somewhere in Gec know that in the back | CHAPTER 8 | , + whispering. What’s a guy with that I a ett ‘ es oe rte out west? The women arour Extortion? { The kid’s fourteen. Wha Have you seen the sho Michele Pagan: March 2005 things we've never dreamed No, Pagan thinks. This She's the one who's goi » March 15, Palm Beach police officer Michele Pagan takes the first call from Mary's stepmother. “Ma'am.” she says, “I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station.” “T don't want to Say anything more until I speak with my husband.” ; Be “Ma’am, I appreciate that. But 'd urge you to come in. Letus a | Gnd out what happened. Please.” j q 5 “Tl get back to you.” ’ be “Please, ma'am. I’m here for the rest of the day. We're on a South County Road.” a At the station, Mary’s father does most of the talking. : a “There was an incident,” he says. “At school. A fight between : erstand, our Marys not | rst ea *, =; Sat vy ee | wi , abe ” Mary and another girl. But please und like that.” 22 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009171

FittHy Ricw Still, a friend. “Nothing,” says Mary. “You got your period?” “Shut the fuck up,” Mary whispers. There have been rumors going around, she knows that. | Rumors started by a girl who has eyes for Joe. f “Whore,” her rival shouts in the hallway one day. CH AP % ER / | “Youre the whore,” Mary shouts back. Mary rushes the girl, who shoves back, grabbing at Mary’s hair, twisting and tugging. Someone yells, “Catfight!” By the time the bell rings for next period, Mary’s sitting in the principal's office. She shakes her head in reply to the questions, stays silent, = 7 rs et Ste ers feeling humiliated. Then, in her wallet, they find the three hundred dollars. netown is less than thirty min- Palm Beach. But in economic : Mary's too young and too small to be stripping. Besides, the bills igh school is run by the county. : are all twenties, not singles or fives. When they call Mary’s par- ck. Thirty percent are Hispanic, ents, her teachers suggest a more obvious explanation: Does school has a C rating, and lots Mary do drugs or deal them? unted lunches. Mary is one of Mary’s father knows better than that. “No,” he insists. A psy- 1, she’s working her way out of : chologist is called in. And then, Mary does start talking. r teachers think. A kid with a | : Once she does, she can’t stop. i It's a wild story. Highly disturbing. A mansion in Palm Beach. her meeting with Epstein. She a A powerful man. This is all far from the principal’s wheelhouse. sit. Still, other kid

CHAPTER 7 Mary: March 2005 f there’s no traffic, Mary’s hometown is less than thirty caine utes away from the island of Palm Beach. But in economic terms it’s a world away. Her high school is run by the Comm Most of Mary’s classmates are black. Thirty percent are Hispanic, as she is. The rest are white. The school has a C rating, and lots of students receive free or discounted lunches. Mary is one of those students. But inch by inch, she’s working her way ac of the crab barrel. A good kid, her teachers think. A kid with a future in front of her. Weeks have gone by since her meeting with Epstein. She hasn't told anyone about the visit. Still, other kids at the high school have noticed a change. “Yo, Mary,” a friend says. “What's up with you anyway: This is a kid who veers from nice to mean, depending on who else is around. 20 i4 {a ' < Still, a friend. “Nothing,” says Mary. “You got your period? “Shut the fuck up,” M: There have been rut Rumors started by a girl v “Whore,” her rival shc “You're the whore.” M; Mary rushes the girl, w twisting and tugging. Son bell rings for next period, } She shakes her head i feeling humiliated. Then, in her wallet, th Mary's too young and too: are all twenties, not single ents, her teachers sugges Mary do drugs or deal thei Mary’s father knows be chologist is called in. And Once she does, she can It's a wild story. Highly A powerful man. This is al It's definitely a matter for th recommending a transfer, ; troubled kids— ones

CHAPTER 6 a bank president than a cop. of formality and discretion. But on the job. Decades earlier, he tsburgh. Then he rose, steadily, moving up from patrol officer tics, and organized crime, then ajor, and assistant chief—a job yecoming chief of police. Reiter hough chief of police in Palm s political skills as much as his e, things do happen. ire murders —though these are mbered for decades. »s to contend with, and, when the yt ee ah Ri Lie RT EE es 6 ee ee Pe, FittHy RicuH sea calms, human cargo washes up on the shore. Sometimes traf- fickers aim the bows of their boats at the glow of the Breakers resort, order their passengers to go overboard, then tell them to swim. Most of the passengers are Haitian—men, women, and children who stake all they have on a chance at a life in America. From time to time, Palm Beach cops have to retrieve their bodies from the surf. Things get busier during the wintertime, or, as the locals call it, the season. It’s when the very rich come to town, throw par- ties and balls, shop, and tangle traffic at the intersections around Worth Avenue. The population booms, and the men and women who work under Chief Reiter deal with fender benders, shoplift- ers, and snotty skateboarding teenagers. There are DUIs. Domes- tic disturbances. Choking victims and heart attacks. It’s routine stuff, but there’s always lots of it. Enough to keep the men and women who work for Reiter busy. Chief Reiter’s proud of the team he has built. And, the team

sea calms, human cargo ° fickers aim the bows of the : order their passengers to § : Most of the passengers who stake all they have or to time, Palm Beach cops | Things get busier dur CHAPTER 6 it, the season. It’s when | a ‘ ties and balls, shop, and t Worth Avenue. The pop | who work under Chief R { ers, and snotty skateboar Michael Reiter: March 2005 tic disturbances. Chokin ; stuff, but there’s always : women who work for Rei hief Reiter looks more like a bank president than a cop. Chief Reiter’s proud « He’s well built, with an air of formality and discretion. But twenty-four years on the job. Decades earlier, he steadily, B | the John F. Kennedy Sch knows, they’re lucky to hi he’s got for the job. If anything, h campus police officer in Pittsburgh. Then he rose, was a moving up from patrol officer through the ranks in Palm Beach, to detective, working vice, narcotic tain, major, and assistant chief —a job iS terrorist training at Quan s, and organized crime, then up often at cocktail partic hijackers lived in Palm Bi becoming a sergeant, Cap local airstrips. A few, inc! he held for three years—before becoming chief of police. Reiter = ie is what youd call seasoned, although chief of police in Palm | BE had been regulars at 251! Beach is a job that calls upon his political skills as muchas his 7% Ee There they had regaled made-up stories about the street smarts. i ; a But 251 Sunrise is shi Then again, from time to time, things do happen. Once in a

‘RSON ndy. -are—and leads them to the 7, Wendy, some middle-a ged hy eyebrows, and thick silver cks that Mary goes to school vay too old for that. But confi- >ssion. »s a woman. She’s blond, very iks. She can’t shake the feeling 1 he nods, and he and Wendy vile later, they’re back. _ ll woman. “You can take Mary ling staircase carpeted in pink. that’s got photographs on the ains cover windows and don't ’s a strong lavender fragrance. ntaining a green-and-pink sofa. ae side and doors on either side oire with sex toys on it. There's of a naked woman. will be up in a moment.” ) anything else. Fidgeting with a, jumps up again. FittHy Ricw Then she sees the picture. All the girls in the photos are young. But the girl in this one’s just a baby. Much younger than Mary herself. The, girl’s smiling, but the smile’s mixed with something else—some sort of anxiety that’s out of place on such a small face. And what she’s doing is shocking: pulling her underwear off to the side. Flashing one of her tiny apple-round butt cheeks toward the camera. Mary gasps. She turns around. And there’s Epstein standing in front of her, wearing nothing but a towel. 17 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009166

James PATTERSON “We're here to see Jeff,” says Wendy. The guard nods—of course you are—and leads them to the side door. They're in the kitchen now. Mary, Wendy, some middle-aged man. The man has a long face, bushy eyebrows, and thick-silver hair—and he’s fit. As fit as the jocks that Mary goes to school with. Not attractive, exactly. He’s way too old for that. But confi- dent, in a way that makes an impression. Standing behind the man there's a woman. She’s blond, very pretty, much taller than Wendy. What a strange scene, Mary thinks. She can't shake the feeling that the man is studying her. Then he nods, and he and Wendy walk out of the kitchen. A little while later, they’re back. “Sarah.” the man says to the tall woman. “You can take Mary upstairs.” Sarah takes Mary up a wide winding staircase carpeted in pink. Together they walk down a hall that’s got photographs on the wall_-naked women. Long curtains cover windows and don't let in much light. In the air, there’s a strong lavender fragrance. Then they come to a room containing a green-and-pink sofa. There’s a large bathroom off to one side and doors on either side of the sofa. There’s a wooden armoire with sex toys on it. There's a massage table, too, and a mural of a naked woman. «Wait here.” says Sarah. “Jeff will be up in a moment.” Mary’s too freaked out to do anything else. Fidgeting with her belt loops, she sits on the sofa, jumps up again. 16 — . : ala POA Pa Awe 2") £5rr A, pe 7 . 7 ——- nahin, eee *

CHAPTER 5 its flavor, but Mary’s still chew- , nervously, in the backseat of .. The girl sitting up front next She’s chain-smoking menthols. filthy and gross. Worried that Mary sits on her hands. Then, sigantic resort called the Break- hed, not quite real—like some- yntrast. says to the girl in the passenger nall.” wants to say something about 1f, Sein Sele eee et ee tre hed Fitruy RicuH but she doesn’t know if the other girls would even respond. Wen- dy’s always seemed so much cooler than kids Mary’s age. This other girl's just a mystery. And when Wendy does turn around to speak to Mary, her stare seems to slice right through the younger girl. “Remember,” Wendy says, according to a probable cause affi- davit filed by the Palm Beach police. “When he asks how old you are, say eighteen.” The light changes, and Wendy turns back around but keeps looking at Mary in the rearview mirror. “Got it?” | Mary nods. “| mean it,” says Wendy. Who would believe her? Anyone can see that Mary is younger than that. “Okay,” she says. “I got it. Eighteen.” Mary takes out her flip phone and sends Joe a text: “Your cousin is a BAMF.” A badass motherfucker. There’s no reply. “Or maybe she’s just a bitch,” Mary texts. Still no reply. Joe must still be in church, Mary thinks. They pass El Bravo Way and turn onto El Brillo Way. Wendy’s driving slowly now, right at the speed limit. Once more, she says: “When the man asks your age, say eighteen.” Mary nods again and smiles, slightly. She wa

CHAPTER 5 Mary: February 2005 he Dubble Bubble’s lost all its flavor, but Mary’s still chew- ing the gum as she shifts, nervously, in the backseat of Wendy’s big pickup truck. The girl sitting up front next to Wendy is a stranger to Mary. She’s chain-smoking menthols. The music is blaring; the seat 1s filthy and gross. Worried that her white jeans will get grody, Mary sits on her hands. Then, through the window, she sees a gigantic resort called the Break- ers. It is resplendent, sun-drenched, not quite real—like some- thing you'd see in the movies. It makes for an interesting contrast. “We'll wait for her,” Wendy says to the girl in the passenger seat. “Then we can all go to the mall.” “Which one?” “The Gardens.” : irs like she’s not there. Mary wants to say something about it, 14 CU") A ey . _ tas Sin ak et but she doesn’t know if the dy’s always seemed so m other girl’s just a mystery. speak to Mary, her stare se girl. “Remember,” Wendy s davit filed by the Palm Bez are, say eighteen.” The light changes, anc looking at Mary in the rea “Got it?” Mary nods. “| mean it,” says Wend Who would believe her than that. “Okay,” she says. “I got Mary takes out her fli cousin is a BAMF.” A badass motherfucke1 There’s no reply. “Or maybe she’s just a Still no reply. Joe must still be in churc They pass El Bravo Wa’ Wendy’s driving slowh more, she says: “When the Mary nods again and : see her smiling. To know | Wendy’s eyes are on the fri a they walk past

CHAPTER 4 05 ite, has bought up several lots mansions, and built a grand, ys neighbors have blocked his | increase his holdings. ich is 358 El Brillo Way. Built in e-mill architect, the house has ibors’ homes. It’s big, with a big st you can say for it. Its totally a dead-end block, the last block ery secluded. lack Escalades will whisk him terminal at Palm Beach Interna- ht down to Little Saint James— nt Jeffs — the seventy-eight-acre lands. But for the moment, there - ee a — <9 eee Fittuy Ric# are still things to attend to in Florida. Business and pleasure although, in Epstein’s experi | er perience, the two have al — ways fit together He strolls through the gate, past the guard, up to the side a that leads to the kitchen. Inside, he ignores the maid doing dishes and climbs a wide, winding staircase to the second floor. He walks down a hallway, one that’s lined with photographs of naked women. Then, in his bedroom, he opens a closet. Inside there siiioiaais more photographs. Erotic photos, tacked to the wall, of girls who have come to the house. Familiar faces, familiar bodies. That’s what makes the first-timers so special. Epstein checks his watch before closing the door The Virgin Islands can wait. HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009162

are still things to attend | although, in Epstein’s exp nicely. He strolls through th door that leads to the kitc : dishes and climbs a wide, CHAPTER 4 i He walks down a hallway ; naked women. Then, in h there are many more pho! wall, of girls who have cor Familiar faces, famil first-timers so special. Jeffrey Epstein: February 2005 4 Epstein checks his wat The Virgin Islands can ohn Kluge, the media magnate, has bought up several lots around here, torn down the mansions, and built a grand, sprawling estate. But Epstein’s neighbors have blocked his own efforts to buy more land and increase his holdings. Epstein’s address in Palm Beach is 358 El Brillo Way. Built in the fifties by a totally run-of-the-mill architect, the house has none of the elegance of his neighbors’ homes. It’s big, with a big swimming pool—that’s the most you cam say for it. It’s totally p bland. But it’s the last house on a dead-end block, the last block | of the street, and this makes it very secluded. Tonight, one of Epstein’s black Escalades will whisk him away, taking him to the private terminal at Palm Beach Interna- tional Airport. Then a short flight down to Little Saint James— or, as he likes to call it, Little Saint Jeff's—the seventy-eight-acre island he owns in the Virgin Islands. But for the moment, there tan - of mii x, i BS 12 { Ape “a HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009161

ERSON unning off to do something + already that there’s nothing grant—a self-made man who wise to the ways of the world ughters. They’re good girls, he he knows, they don’t drink. love clothes and, especially, ttado, Maroon 5, the boy band y loves California, which she’s She just knows she'll live there th her father as long as Mary chores. e meantime, is the crowd that sible than most American boys is another story. Mary’s father ld have liked her even less had ms. sid Mary, she can make more 1 day: “This guy in Palm Beach. rplane. He owns an island, you inland, away from the Florida ‘beyond the dull, scrubby {flat- ying details, and dialogue have been —_ Se PRS te FittTHY RicH lands and strip malls she’s grown up around. There’s so much that she wants to do and see. But for her the Gold Coast, twenty miles away, might as well be another country. “Yes,” she had said, without even thinking about it. Then there was Joe to contend with. “Who is this guy?” Joe had said, shaking his head. “You don’t know a thing about him.” , “Hundreds of dollars,” Mary had whispered. She couldn't quite look at Joe, but she was firm: “I can make that in one hour.” Joe seemed to think they were actually talking about it. A conversation—some back-and-forth. But the thought of not going hadn’t even crossed Mary’s mind. If anything, she hoped that it would become a regular thing. “To rub his feet? Are you kidding? If you’re not worried about it, why haven't you told your dad?” “It's your co

} bd | A oe James PATTERSON making,* And it’s not like she’s running off to do something crazy. After all, Wendy's assured her already that there’s nothing to worry about. Mary’s father is Cuban—an immigrant—a self-made man who runs a contracting business. He’s wise to the ways of the world and highly protective of his two daughters. They're good girls, he knows. Almost angels. As far as he knows, they don’t drink. They've never tried drugs. They love clothes and, especially, music—Britney Spears, Nelly Furtado, Maroon 5, the boy band with that dreamy lead singer. Mary loves California, which she's never seen but daydreams about. She just knows she'll live there someday—a plan that’s okay with her father as long as Mary keeps up with her homework and chores. What he worries about, in the meantime, is the crowd that Mary runs with. Joe is a fine boy. More responsible than most American boys his age. But Joe’s cousin, Wendy, is another story. Mary’s father doesn’t like Wendy at all and would have liked her even less had he known about Wendy’s intentions. In just one hour, Wendy’s told Mary, she can make more money than her father makes in a day: “This guy in Palm Beach. He’s rich. Very rich. He has an airplane. He owns an island, you know?” Like a lot of kids who live inland, away from the Florida coast, Mary’s dreams reach way beyond the dull, scrubby flat- * Wendy Dobbs’s name, some identifying details, and dialogue have been changed. 10 ee ae rt lands and str

ZRSON , ; | P at trip now? y 4 | KU | ning at nine, and that leaves lunch, and a few phone calls iT OnE. laily routine. us twist. | CHAPTER 3 | Mary: February 2005 ownstairs, the doorbell is ringing. Mary’s father shouts, gruffly: “Ella esta aqut. Su amiga con el camién.” “She’s here. Your friend with the truck.” Mary runs down the stairs. It’s game day, and Dad's already got the TV on. Her stepmom’s out running errands. Mary’s twin sister has gone out, too, Rollerblading with a few of her friends. “Going shopping,” she yells, and she pops a piece of Dubble Bubble into her mouth. | “éDice quién?” “Says who?” Mary’s already halfway out the door. Her father calls out again, but on Sundays there’s no getting him out of his chair. Pi Besides, Mary knows he'll be happy when he sees the money j ee she’s made. Real money, like Joe’s cousin Wendy Dobbs, is ? 9 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009158

JAMES PATTERSON But is Jeffrey thinking about that trip now? is due that morning at nine, and that leaves His first guest few phone calls him enough time for a shower, a lunch, and a before the second girl arrives. Sarah has scheduled that girl for one. | For Jeffrey, it’s just part of the daily routine. But on this day, there’s a delicious twist. One of the girls is a first-timer. Mary: February 200: ownstairs, the dc | gruffly: | “Ella esta aqui | “She’s here. Your frie Mary runs down the got the TV on. Her steprr sister has gone out, too, I “Going shopping,” sh | Bubble into her mouth. ‘ % “éDice quién?” - “Says who?” : Mary’s already halfv : et again, but on Sundays t. - Besides, Mary knows he she’s made. Real mone} i ee tee == Pe a wk* Sle i Setup te Fe —_ Win: 5 << Co } . 7 LN) a HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_009157

CHAPTER 2 ecise and unvarying. First he 1 silence, visualizing the day banana, and Miteslix that his way every day—at six in the d ofa mile up to South County ake deep, restorative breaths. ward the ocean. Jeffrey’s home ehind him now. The morning's id glittery, and fishing trawlers 1ed sweatpants, monogrammed asual attire offset by embroi- s—the kind that sell for hun- hich is thick, has turned silver. paunch. For a fifty-two-year-old - Se WE ence FE ee ee ee eee Ln ae ee ee rc? Firtay RicH man, he’s extremely fit. Six feet tall, 180 pounds, brown eyes, a strong jawline. He's never been a drinker. He doesn’t smoke or take drugs, and he takes care good care of his body as well as his mind. It's a magnificent mind. His gift is for numbers: complex calcu- lations, abstract formulas. Even as a child, Jeffrey could untangle math problems that would stump most smart adults. Numbers just fall into place for him, forming in ranks he can bend, twist, manipulate—and multiply. He could have been a scientist or a mathematician. As a young man, he taught calculus and physics. Then he became an investor—a very rich man. Then he became a philanthropist, like Bill Gates. His love for science has inspired him to give millions to academics and institutions committed to study- ing mysteries of the brain and the arcana of physics. He's given mil- lions to Harvard. And he’s given money to politicians: Governor Eliot Spitzer, of New York, and Governor Bill Richardson, of New Mexico, where