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[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=D03F69]Q U I N N   P E T E R S O N:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 12:15 PM | New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Quinn could slap herself by how silly she had been acting. But still, it was a weird coincidence. When Ryan returned, he obviously questioned her. As much as she liked him, she couldn't trust him with her own thoughts. Could she trust anyone really? Or would she sound like a nutter? [color=D03F69]"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I saw a spider crawling on the wall and it gave me a bit of a jump. Sorry."[/color] Quinn lied. She returned to the bones.

Damien Smith. The name didn't sound familiar, which was a good thing, but it may be more pressing to find information about him. She worked quietly on the bones. [color=D03F69]"Do we have any other information on Mr. Smith here? Poor guy deserves to have his story told."[/color] That was one part of her job she liked. Having the remains of someone in her office and allowing her to make sure any information hidden was able to be told in order to help their families, friends, and law enforcement.