The black SUV had been parked outside Dr. Jack Wolfson's Scottsdale office for more than an hour. Inside, two people -- one a formidable-looking man -- sat staring into the window, watching the receptionist prep files and check in patients.
A few weeks earlier, Victoria Broussard might have brushed it off. But since her boss had gone on national television to denounce vaccines amid national hysteria about the resurgence of measles, the office had been inundated with hateful e‑mails and phone calls.
Some were just annoying: a man flushing the toilet and quickly hanging up, a woman raging on about the doctor's "idiotic" opinions, someone threatening to report him to the medical licensing board for malpractice. Others were terrifying: "I hope Dr. Wolfson's children die," "He doesn't deserve to live," "You better hope I never run into you on the street."
Broussard decided to call the doctor. "I was just kind of sketched out," she said later.