I stared at the email for no less than twenty minutes, trying to figure out if this was legit or possibly a setup. The last thing I needed was to let my fervor for arresting Blair lead me into a trap.
Finally, I dialed the number.
“Hello?” asked a female voice.
“Tanisha Nolan? This is Jinx Ballou. I got your email.”
“Hey. Yes.” There was a sadness in her voice. “I watched that video you posted. I’m… I’m sorry for what Womyn Born Womyn did. Trying to make you appear like a perv. It’s not right.”
“Thanks. You said you could help me find Blair Marshall.”
“Yes. Could we meet?”
“Where?” This was the key. If she wanted to meet someplace private, I knew it’d be a setup. But if she were willing to meet in public, this could be a legit lead.
“How about L Street? Do you know it?” she suggest
