Ashley turned on her laptop. “Someone invoiced The Reaching High Foundation for work that was never completed. I’m opening my copy of the accountability report.”
“We need to see if the companies involved in the youth center are legitimate.”
“I can do some background research from here. I’ll speak to Harry and tell him what we think has happened.”
“Have you started writing the story?” Bonnie asked.
“Not yet. I want to wait until I’ve got all of the information in front of me before I do anything. You’re not being followed, are you?”
“I don’t think so. I saw Harry yesterday, and he’s okay. How’s Bozeman?”
Ashley smiled. “I haven’t set foot in town, but I have fed six cats and climbed into the hay loft.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“At least it’s better than hitting Grand Central Station at rush hour.”
“Only if you like cats and barns. How’s Matthew?”
“He’s okay.” Ashley had told Bonnie about what happened when she’d left Bozeman three years ago. “I saw Sally, Matthew’s sister, today.”
“Did she speak to you?”
“She apologized for yelling at me.”
“That’s great,” Bonnie said. “It might bring closure to that part of your life.”
“You’ve been reading too many self-help books.”
Bonnie laughed. “I’m exploring my spiritual and emotional potential.”
“Don’t practice on me. I’m happy being emotionally challenged.” Someone cleared their throat. Ashley turned around and sighed. “Matthew’s here. I’ve got to go.”
“Call me if you need help.”
“I will. Bye.” She ignored the amused gleam in Matthew’s eyes. “That was Bonnie. She talked to the treasurer of The Reaching High Foundation. We think we know how the money was diverted away from the youth center project.”
“That’s good because there’s someone you need to meet.”
She looked over Matthew’s shoulder.
“He’s downstairs. I called a friend who owns a security company. He sent one of his staff to help you access the financial information you need.”
“Why did you call your friend?”
“He knows what he’s doing.”
Ashley’s heart pounded. “And you think I don’t?”
“You know what you need, but not how to get it. Fletcher Security can help.”
Ashley picked up her laptop. “Did you consider asking me first?”
“You were talking to Sally.”
“Your sister was here for half an hour after you left. You could have asked when she went home.”
Matthew stuck his hands on his hips. “You would have said no.”
