He saw Marissa in his rearview mirror, walking north, back onto the span. The cabbie turned around and headed north, back across the bridge. She gave him $150 and told him to keep the change. When she came back out, she told him she was going to walk the rest of the way. Just past the toll plaza on the San Francisco side, Marissa asked the driver to pull over so she could use the public bathroom. About an hour later, they drove south across the Golden Gate Bridge. She talked along the way about her passion for cross-country running. She said that she was 18, that she went to junior college. The driver asked how old Marissa was and why she wasn't in school. She pulled out a wad of cash, flashed it at the driver and hopped into the backseat. Marissa told the driver she wanted to go to the aquarium in San Francisco. She left school after computer class and walked around the corner to 311 Carrillo St., a rental unit owned by her family. Before going to her first-period computer class that cold, foggy morning a week before Christmas 2001, Marissa called Yellow Cab on the cell phone her father had given her, and arranged for a taxi to fetch her at 9 a.m. , a 14-year-old sophomore at Santa Rosa High, got a lift to school with her pal Somebody saw a body bobbing in the water below. His wallet was found on the bridge's city-facing sidewalk. Somebody saw Leonard later, waiting for the 22- Fillmore bus, which winds its way around town to the Marina Green, on the edge of the bay about a mile east of the Golden Gate Bridge. He went back to the restaurant to wait for her, dropping some change into the jukebox to listen to When he finished eating, he went back to see if his mother, Leonard went around the corner to a little Mexican restaurant for rice and beans. Wrestling coach, got a haircut on a hot June morning in 1993, then walked to his mother's apartment at 17th and Mission.
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