Bonnie patted her hand. “Someone sent an email toThe Daily Timesthis afternoon. They threatened to bomb our building if we didn’t walk away from the story about Congressman Welsh.”
“Is everyone okay?”
“As okay as you can expect. The police closed the building and told us stay away. The FBI interviewed everyone and want to see you as soon as you arrive.”
“Where is Mr. Phillips?” Ron Phillips was Ashley’s editor. They were supposed to meet at his office.
“He’s with the FBI. We’re going there now.”
Harry was sitting in the front seat. He turned around and glanced at Bonnie. “A team of FBI agents have been in my apartment. They want us to stay in a hotel for a few nights.”
Ashley was confused. “Why were they there?”
“Someone broke into Harry’s apartment this morning,” Bonnie said.
“But Harry’s apartment building has cameras and locks everywhere. No one should have been able to get in without a security card.”
“That’s what we thought, too,” Harry said. “The other apartment owners aren’t happy.”
Bonnie sighed. “There’s something else you should know. The man who was outside your apartment before you went to Buffalo came back a few nights ago. Mrs. Moretti called us straight away.”
Ashley leaned forward and spoke to Special Agent Fallon. “Do you think the bomb threat came from the person who’s looking for me?”
“We don’t know.”
“They’re probably trying to scare us,” Bonnie said. “No one would blow up an office building and hurt people because of a news story, would they?”
“You’d be surprised,” Special Agent Fallon murmured.
Ashley patted her pockets, looking for her cell phone. “I need to call Matthew. He asked me to let him know when I’d arrived.”
Special Agent Fallon looked at Ashley in the rearview mirror. “Don’t use your phone. We’ll be at the FBI offices in half an hour. You can call him from there.”
“It isn’t my personal phone. Harry bought it for me before I left New York.”
“No phone call.” Special Agent Fallon’s voice was as flat as the stare he sent her.
Bonnie’s fingers tightened on her hand. “Tell me about Bozeman.”
Ashley didn’t know where to start. “It was hot, but not like this. I’d forgotten what clean air smells like. I enjoyed seeing Amy, Tess, and Erin again. It was almost as if I’d never left.”
“Did you ride any of the horses on Matthew’s ranch?”
Bonnie knew how much Ashley loved riding. “No. Maybe next time.”
“You’re going back?”
“Not for a while, but I’d like to.”
Bonnie frowned.
She didn’t need to say what she was thinking. Ashley had never hidden her unwillingness to go back to Bozeman.
“What made you change your mind?”
Ashley shrugged. Harry and Special Agent Fallon didn’t look as though they were listening, but she wasn’t taking any chances. “Bozeman isn’t so bad. I visited mom’s grave while I was there.”
Bonnie held her hand tighter. “How was that?”
