Although the yellow Victorian is beautiful, Anna sometimes feels like it’s a war zone, where her job is to win the heart and mind of the location population: Jack’s precocious six-year-old daughter, Olivia.
Anna isn’t here much, now that she spends most nights at Jack’s house. Although he’s asked her to move in, she keeps her own basement apartment like a lifeboat strapped to a yacht.
Both Jack and Anna work here, although their coworkers don’t know they’re dating. Anna hopes to keep it that way.
After a high-priced escort is thrown from a congressman’s balcony, Anna and Jack investigate the homicide, and are caught up in the political sex scandal that ensues.
With a view of the National Cathedral in DC’s tony Cathedral Heights neighborhood, this is a much nicer place than any college student should be able to afford.
The madam’s historic stone house looks like the mansion Hansel and Gretel would have bought if they’d grown up and become lobbyists.
The neighborhood of Bloomingdale is in transition. The addict-to-architect ratio is about even, but the architects have the momentum.
By day, lobbyists bill by the hour from posh K Street office buildings. By night, local prostitutes do a different kind of billing by the hour on the street below.
The solemn marble hallways make even the most relentless journalists speak in a reverent hush.