6. All Bets Are Off

Two years ago next month, I got on a plane, flew to Salt Lake City, and drove to a truck stop on the outskirts of town so I could interview a man who’d tried to bomb a federal building. 

The night before, I was sitting at my family’s round dining room table, having dinner with my parents, who were asking what I was going to Utah to report on.

“Interviewin…