The transformation of Maeve O'Connor from a rain-soaked investigative reporter into the consort of the Boston Irish mob had taken two hours of meticulous preparation. In the dressing room of the Beacon Hill suite, Mrs. Higgins—a seventy-year-old Galway native who had cooked and cared for three generations of Callahan men—had brought three designer garment bags sent from a luxury boutique on Newbury Street. Maeve had chosen the emerald-green silk dress,…
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