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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 18[SUP]th[/SUP] - New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Quinn picked up her order and sat back down. She glanced at the reply, figuring she would get back to Olivia soon. As she ate, she shot through the information until she found the number the husband was talking to. If her hunch was correct, this number had something to do with the disappearance and, possibly, with the murder. And if that was the case, they may have more deaths on their hand, with more planned down the road.

It chilled her. She closed her eyes a second, feeling weird again. Once she opened them, she was no longer in the sandwich place. She was in another room, somewhere she did not recognize and she heard voices. She shot up right away, concerned that she, once again, traveled without wanting to. Was this another power of hers or was someone else at work here?

[color=D03F69]"What the heck is going on?"[/color] she asked, much more to herself than to anyone she was with. She closed her eyes again, hoping it would take her back. It did not.