Oh, how small a world it was. Titus sat at his desk in the expanse of the Marshal's office, looking over the reports the interns had given him. Thankfully, they had been thorough and sussed out a good trail of where the troll had come from. It would help on finding out where the troll was going. 

He closed the report and grabbed a hand written note with a number on it. He picked up the phone and dialed police headquarters. Titus got the operator and said, "I need the desk of Chris Parker please, Homocide division."

He stared for a bit out one of the few windows looking over the downtown sprawl of New Orleans. Voicemail picked up and he gave a slight sigh of relief for it. "Parker, this is Titus Morgan with the Federal Marshal's office. If you can give me a call sometime today I need to discuss something with you. If it's after five call me at home." He gave his number over the phone before hanging up. With a rub to the bridge of his nose, he looked at the case log again. This was going to be a hell of a case.