The woman was crying and so were all three kids. Barely able to hear over the din, and despite having left her coat on the chair inside Andrea’s office, Ali stepped outside. A frigid breeze had kicked up, blowing down off the mountains to the west. Ali huddled against the building while she waited for the governor to come on the line.Ali knew Virginia Dunham’s name, of course. Although Ali hadn’t voted for the woman either time, Governor Dunham was in the last year of her second term in office. She was, by all reports, a woman with the reputation of being painfully direct.“Ms. Reynolds?”“Ali, please,” Ali said into the phone. “Just call me Ali.”“And you’re welcome to call me Virginia. Now that we have all the name business out of the way, I understand that you and your friend Sister Anselm have set off something of a firestorm up around Colorado City.”“That wasn’t our intention,” Ali answered, “but it’s what happened.”“So far this morning I’ve had conversations with people from Interpol and from the FBI.
