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I ran Tanisha Nolan’s name through the SkipTrakkr database. It pulled up recent addresses, work history, phone numbers, criminal background, and a credit report.
She lived in an apartment on Thomas Road west of the Piestewa Freeway and had been there for six years. She’d worked for the 16th Street Pawn & Jewelry, between Thomas and Indian School Road for less than a year. Previous jobs included working retail at a dress shop, now closed, and a sporting goods store.
No criminal record, and she didn’t have any outstanding debts other than a two-grand bill with a hospital chain for which she was current in her payments.
I called her phone again, and again, it rolled over to voicemail. Didn’t bother leaving a message. Maybe she was at work.
It was a few minutes past seven o’clock in th
