36 NoraPressing the desk-phone receiver to her ear, Nora eagerly waited for her caller to come on the line.
She sat at a cluttered metal desk in her upstairs office at the two-story Legal Resource Center building. She’d dressed for a no-court Tuesday in faded Wranglers and a bright blue long-sleeved T-shirt.
Spokane was in the grip of icy temperatures and gloomy clouds filled the January sky beyond her window.
She’d been huddled at the desk all morning, frustrated by a game of phone tag with contacts who were supposed to give her the new information she needed to move forward on her sister’s case.
She’d happily halted that task to take a surprise call from journalist Scott Barrow.
During her first year as a lawyer, Scott had written two feature articles for the Portland Examiner that
