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The next morning, I was sitting at my desk at the Hub, sorting through the potential leads that Becca had gleaned from the tip line and email address.
I returned some phone calls, made a list of locations where people had claimed to have seen Marshall. But none of the tipsters knew Marshall personally. And the sightings were all over the state and beyond, with some as far west as San Diego and as far east as Indiana. A few offered encouragement and support for trans rights. It was appreciated but didn’t get me any closer to sending Marshall back to jail.
No word back from Tanisha Nolan either.
I was fixing a cup of coffee in the Hub’s break room when a well-dressed man walked in. “Jenna Ballou?”
I turned and eyed him suspiciously. People rarely referred to me by my legal first name
