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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] - New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Quinn waited as Riley texted Claire, confident that at least the woman would be in the know. Once done, Quinn got up and collected her things. [color=D03F69]"Yes, I have your number. I'm probably going to head home and tackle some more work. I'll call the wife in the morning. I'll let her have tonight since she only did just get her husband's remains back. I'll talk to you later then."[/color] Quinn exited the girl's office and made her way outside.

She remembered the plans she made tonight and texted her friend to cancel, claiming sickness and a migraine from work. She received a reply, anger but acceptance, and made her way to the subway to get home. She had some powerful thinking to do, after all. In just a matter of hours, she had evidence of a possible larger conspiracy at work, one that she was now invested in and a part of (if her dreams were to be believed).