Quinton had been interviewing a witness, or supposed witness that had come in. In truth they were grasping at straws and asking for anyone who was in the area where the people had, 'disappeared'. He clenched his jaw and looked at the sheet in his hand on his walk back to his Office. Fi had supposed to have been there for the interview but that hadn't happened had it? He hadn't expected it to.
He pushed his door open, head down staring over the crime scene photos. He had already organised for a very small investigation team to prevent any leaks to the press. The FBI were already on their way. He looked up and spotted Fi and pushed the photos in front of her. "Rather grissly isn't it?" He asked and sat down at his desk in his chair and sipped his coffee. "Just how I like it. Thanks." He replied and put his feet up on the desk. He had really relaxed himself since Fi had been sending Robin over a lot. "Oh, th FBI are heading to town."