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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] - 12:00 PM | New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Though Quinn could hear the women's conversation, it didn't strike her as anything more than idle chatter during coffee. However, she was happy to see the wife make it. She looked worse for wear, all things considered. Quinn gave her a warm smile as she passed over the remains of her husband.

[color=D03F69]"You'll have to thank the police for finding him. All we did was identify him. Either way, I am glad we were able to give you closure, even if it was through this. Ms. Smith, I do have some questions to ask about your husband, if you would be open to answering them. You do not have to if you do not wish to. This is mainly to finalize some records I have and then you can be on your way."[/color] Quinn was telling the truth, for the most part. She did have records to finish, but they were for her own benefit.

[color=D03F69]"When your husband disappeared, was he working on something? Or did he seem worried or concerned?"[/color] Quinn realized she sounded like a police officer, but if her husband went through the same thing she saw in her dream, it was not a coincidence anymore. The fact these things could be connected was scary.