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On the drive home, my phone rang. I was hoping it was Picardo, but the caller ID was an unfamiliar number. I hesitated to answer it. I was no longer sending calls outside my contacts list to voicemail. Most of the reward seekers and harassing calls had stopped.
“Fugitive Recovery. How may I help you?” I left off my name, hoping it would discourage harassers.
“Is this Jinx Ballou?” The female voice was familiar, but I was too tired to recognize it right away.
“Who’s asking?”
“Naomi Hoffman.”
“Well, well, well. Did you like my latest video? Probably not up to your professional standards, but I thought it made some intriguing points, don’t you?”
“Is Womyn Born Womyn really working with those neo-Nazis at the Patriots of Liberty?”
“Unlike you, I don’t make fake videos. I don’t have
