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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 spoke her approval and hung up to let the woman get what she needed to be done. At that time, Ryan returned. Bless him, he actually bought her something. And she was about to run out of the room. She turned to face him [color=D03F69]"Just spoke with the wife and she is going to meet with me to pick up her husband's remains once we are done here. Apart from that, nothing much else, poor guy. Let's finish him up then and get him ready for pick-up. And thanks for the salad!"[/color]

She wasn't hungry as much anymore, given all that occurred, but she texted the woman the address to a nearby cafe within walking distance. It would be the best place to exchange and they could set up privately while she asked what she needed to. It was more than a burning curiosity at this point. Something weird was going on. Well, weirder than what she was already used to.