Just two young friends at a party, all cock-sure and doing-okay-thank-you-very-much, making a plan to scratch each other’s backs. To share a secret booty they can only acquire because they’re shrewd and successful (and dare I say privileged?).
Like the Epstein death, we’re left wondering whether or not Maxwell’s end was of his own doing. Was this the cowardly escape of a conman that simply couldn’t stick their punishment? Or the sinister execution of someone who knew too much? Of course, the other commonality is the high-profile escapee; the purring, cat-like figure of Ghislaine Maxwell.