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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] - 12:30 PM | New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Quinn heard the background noise get quiet and she hoped it was Mrs. Smith was ushering the kids out and not because they heard what she said. The last thing she wanted was to be the one to break it to the children that they won't be seeing their dad anymore. She didn't know Mr. Smith, but given the fact his family was looking for him, he couldn't be all bad.

Unlike her own father.

She shook her head and got back to the task at hand. [color=D03F69]"The police found his remains. As I said, Mrs. Smith, I can finish up here and meet you if that makes it easier. The questions I have to ask are...personal and I don't know if you'd rather discuss them over the phone or in person. You can stop by here, if that's easier also. Either way, I am just about done here and can be wherever you need me to quickly."[/color] Quinn felt a pounding headache coming and she knew it was because of all this going on. She wanted air so she hoped Mrs. Smith would allow her to get some. If even for an hour.