“Yes, because of my testimony.” She looked at George and sighed. “I also think I have some more information you may want, too.”

Agent Harris had testified yesterday too, after Stella, but was still in Montana because he wanted to stay through the entire trial until they got a guilty verdict. Regardless of his plan, his tone was all business when he assured her he’d be there the next day, with someone from the DC office as well.

She sighed again, loudly, walked toward the bar in the kitchen and put her phone down. Her throat burned as she took a gulp of the scotch.

“Well?”

“He told me not to bother calling the police. He’s sending someone over to check out the car and then he’ll be here tomorrow.”

“So this is it. You’re going to tell him everything?” George asked.

“Most things.” Stella nodded. “I guess I better call Greg.”

George took another sip of scotch. “That’s probably smart.”

Stella picked up her phone and punched in Greg’s office number. “Mr. Cotter, please.”

While she was waiting, she heard a knock on the door. She watched George answer it and follow a man dressed in his ATF uniform outside. Cooper paced by the door.

“It’s Stella Murphy,” Stella said when Greg’s receptionist came on the line and then took another sip of her scotch. It burned as it slipped smoothly down her throat.

Greg’s voice was jovial when he came on the line. “Stella, your testimony went well.”

“Yes, it was fine,” she answered curtly. “Listen, when George and I got home, my car was sitting in front of the house and Jamie left a note and a box of clementines threatening me. I called Agent Harris, but I just wanted to check and make sure I don’t need to worry about anything.”

“Your car? I thought your car was stolen and I’m sorry, did you say a box of clementines. How’s that threatening?” Greg’s voice was skeptical.

“It’s a long story,” she deadpanned.

“Well, there are plenty of things that you need to be worried about.” He paused for a few seconds. “Stay with the most recent events—the kidnapping and the threat. We’ll have to figure out what we’ll do about the shooting later, because you could be charged for obstruction or perjury. I think the smarter course of action is to talk to him tomorrow without me, but if you’d rather, I could be there tomorrow during your interview.”

“No, you’re probably right. I’ll call you after I talk to him. I don’t want him to think I’m hiding something or that I feel like I need a lawyer right now.” She blew her bangs even though they weren’t in her eyes. Anxiety and fear bubbled in her gut and threatened to make her throw up. She looked around the house for her purse; she couldn’t find it. It must still be in George’s car. Stella walked upstairs to find her other set of stomach medicine, all the while Greg was talking to her about her interview with Agent Harris. She popped a pill in her mouth and went back downstairs to look out the window next to the front door.

“Stella?” Greg asked impatiently.

Stella was distracted, wanting to get out front with George and the ATF guy. “Yes?”

“Be very careful with your words. Make sure you’re honest,” he coached.

“Yes, sir. I’ll call you when I find out anything else.” She hung up.

Standing in the now open door, she saw the ATF agent holding a long pole with a mirror right under the driver’s side seat. He looked at George and nodded solemnly.

“What is it?” George asked, glancing at Stella, who was standing stoically on the stairs, her face devoid of emotion.

“Some sort of explosive device. I’ll have to call in a team to get it removed and then we’ll have more information,” the ATF agent answered, pulling out his phone.

Stella hung her head. He confirmed what she’d thought initially. That crazy fucker had just pushed her over the edge. She hadn’t realized she even had an edge anymore, since she’d been free falling for the last four years.

George held his hand out for her to stop before she came down the stairs.

Anger, red and hot, shot through her brain. Oh, I’m so done playing nice. Jamie had threatened the people that she loved. Done. Now she just had to figure out how to deal with this situation without it turning into something bigger.

Two dark sedans pulled up, blocking the entire road on either side of her car. It was like a scene out of a movie; four agents swarmed the car and spoke with Patrick’s friend. Oh fuck, here it goes. She glanced into the park and saw people taking notice and digging out their phones to take pictures. She could only imagine what people would think about this.

One of the new agents glanced at Stella, then stalked over to her. George followed him up the stairs and then stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

“Ma’am. I’m Special Agent Mark Gunter. Agent Harris called and we’re here to assess the threat and the necessity of a protective detail. However, it seems that the ATF just confirmed that your vehicle does, in fact, have an explosive device on it. We’ll need to clear you and your other neighbors out for about an hour so that our team can come in and detonate the device.”

Stella’s shoulders slumped and she nodded. “Okay.” She was sorry the neighbors would be inconvenienced, but assumed most of them would be at work. Thank goodness for small mercies.

“Stella. I’ll be in charge of protection. I’ll need your phone.” Agent Gunter held his hand out for her phone.

She pulled it out of her pocket and handed it over, taking him in. He was older than Agent Harris and slightly friendlier looking with short grey hair, a freshly shaved face, and an ill-fitting navy suit. He entered in his number and then sent a text to himself, adding her information to his contact list.

“I’ve put my number in here, but I’m also adding a walkie-talkie app that you can use to contact us as well,” he said while he was working with her phone. “There will be four agents that could be assigned to your detail.” He looked over his shoulder to the three other agents. “These are Agents Josh Regents, Oliver Morris and Max Eddy. As soon as our team gets out here and we talk to headquarters, I’ll make contact with you on specifics.” He handed her phone back to her.

“Specifics about what?” she asked, confused.

“On whether we’re putting you in a safe house tonight or later on. Whether we’re going to allow you to come back to this house at all,” he answered, already walking back down to her car in front of the house.

“This is a fucking nightmare. I don’t want to be in a safe house,” Stella said to George. She shielded her eyes with her hand to block out the sun and saw a crowd gathering in the park. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, the media is going to be all over this shit.” She kicked an imaginary ball. “Fuck.”

“We’ll be all right.” George put his arm around her shoulders and they walked into the house to get their things and Cooper.

* * *

They’d driven the few miles to George’s mom’s house in silence, both of them contemplating their circumstances. They’d have to wait out the bomb detonation team before anything was decided. Stella hated waiting. She sighed as she sat in the den of George’s old house. The tension in the room was thick as Mrs. Finnegan made small talk with George and completely ignored Stella.

Stella gazed at pictures of George and the rest of his family from the time he was born. It was clear he was the favorite of the kids; the pictures of him plastered all over the wall were so numerous they would fill up seventeen scrapbooks. His looks changed significantly over the years, but his eyes were still the same gray with green flecks. They were the same eyes that made her weak in the knees when they looked at her in a certain way.

“El?” she heard George ask. She’d tuned out their conversations about Mrs. Finnegan’s friends and all the gossip surrounding them.

“Hmm?” She raised her eyebrows in question.

“What do you think? Can we make it?” George questioned.

“Make it?”

“Were you even listening?” Mrs. Finnegan didn’t even bother looking at Stella.

If she weren’t George’s mom, Stella would’ve told her exactly why she wasn’t listening to her soliloquy on all of her friends’ medical conditions. Stella smiled. George had the patience of a saint when dealing with his mother; maybe that’s why he was able to put up with Stella.

She applied her fake smile. “Of course we can make it,” she confirmed without any idea what they were talking about. She was sure it’d be fine. Her phone buzzed and she looked at a text from Christine at the office. “I’ve got to tend to this, it’s work,” she said, standing and moving away from George and his mom.

Senator in trouble need you here yesterday

Stella felt the heat of rage begin to incinerate her body, starting at her toes. She replied.

I was testifying at a federal trial for a terrorist attack

Her phone vibrated immediately.

Saw you had new death threat

Call me now

She shook her head, pissed initially, though it was actually refreshing to have someone not give a shit about the state of her undoing and just want her to do her job. She dialed Christine as she walked outside and sat down in a chair on the front porch.

“Need you here,” Christine answered the phone in her no-nonsense way, “now.”

“Can’t. FBI has me cornered while they’re clearing out the bomb in front of my house.” Stella was matter of fact.

“Press conference is necessary in this case.” Christine’s voice was clipped. “You’re up. We’ll set it up and I’ll get you the details.”