It was a slow day at the office of Déjà vu Investigations. I could barely tell you anything of interest until Mrs Christine Atwell walked in. She let her hair down pretty fast, almost too fast, but I paid it no mind. From the look of her clothes she was of the high class. I could tell she was not one to normally walk the streets of New York without an escorte. She was a beautiful woman but her mind was distressed over something to do with her husband. As I addressed her, she requested I call her by her first name, and I did the same. I often hate being formal.
"My husband has disappeared," Christine said lowly.
"How long has he been gone?" I asked her and she began to cry more. I had turned to Rusty and he had already began suppling her. His efforts were futile as she clearly didn't want them, strangely I saw no tears and assumed she whipped them away.
"He has been gone for over three months. He was taking a trip to South America when suddenly his plane crashed somewhere near Bermuda," Christine sniffed lightly, wiping away her dry eyes.
"I see, and you want me to find him? Where exactly did he crash?" I asked, but I felt a strange bizarre chill run up my back. I knew instantly what she would ask.
"Marcia Caldwell, are you familiar with the Bermuda Triangle?" Christine asked.