Maria Dubois-Prescott

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Person of Interest Report: NAME: Dubois-Prescott, Maria D.O.B: April 14th, 1994 PLACE OF BIRTH: Bogotá, Columbia ETHNICITY: French/Colombian BIO: Dubois-Prescott was born in Bogotá Columbia. Her father was a member of the French Delegation in the French embassy. Her mother is a local News Reporter. At the age of 24, Dubois-Prescott immigrated in to the country. And had relatively successful stage career. At age 27, she married Prescott, Bertrand. Prescott is a noted suspect in many ongoing investigations. Dubois-Prescott is heavily active in both volunteer and charity activities. Her possible involvement in her husband's activities, if any, are unclear. Level 3 surveillance is recommended.

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You should be home by now, eating up what's left of the week old takeout in the fridge. Instead you're in your car driving to some fancy stuffy club outside of town. Five minutes before quitting time the lieutenant called you into his office. He told you about how someone had reached out, looking to turn over some evidence and turn tattle tale on Bertrand Prescott. Bertrand, or Bert if your his friend, is a raising star in the criminal community. He keeps a hand in everything from extortion to guns, drugs, and murder for hire. You've been working this case for years, and someone finally steps into the light with a key to the closet full of skeletons. You arrive at the club. It's a nice place, no scratch that, its a palace. Multiple crystal chandeliers, gold trim everywhere, leather chairs and couches that surely cost more than your rent, and some pretentious art piece in the center of the room. Its a good thing the department is paying for drinks, otherwise you'd be sticking to bar nuts. You head to the bar. The lieutenant said the contact would be waiting at the bar, to prove your the oficer they are here to meet, you are supposed to order The House Special with extra ice and no straw. Sounds like something out of a bad dime store spy novel, but what can you . You make the order with the bartender and wait. Which one will arrive first, the drink or the contact? Eventually a woman approaches. A beautiful woman too, dark brown hair, soft latte colored skin, and eyes that seem to shine. She wears a stylish jet black jumpsuit, thats cut low enough its hard to look her in the eyes. When you do look her in the eyes you recognize her. Its old Bertrand's wife herself, sans wedding ring. This night becomes more iteresting. She lights up a cigarette, she must have missed the no smoking signs on the way in, but the staff don't seem eager to stop her. She speaks with a voice smoother than silk and her accent could melt a steel beam. So? Are you here to see me?