"Here Detective, Chief wanted me to give you this" a small voice beckoned me from my previous task at hand, reading the morning newspaper.

I picked up my porcelain coffee mug and turn a sip of the hot slightly bitter liquid, sighing as it traveled down my esophagus. I gulped and nodded, resting the mug back down on my wooden desk. The owner of the voice had a sliver of white paper in his right hand, I took it and before even looking at the case number replied "What's the story?"

"Newly wed husband founded dead, wife missing."

"Ahh, well thank you DJ." I smiled and sent him on his way. "So much for a calm morning" I chuckled, grabbing my car keys and the mug before getting up and walking out of my office. I was the chief criminal crime scene investigator and detective of the Toronto Police Force, and have been for the past 5 years since I graduated top of my class a few months prior.

As I drove to 6898 Maple Beam Lane a chill shot up my back and I got the eerie feeling I knew the victim... But done of my inner circle had gotten married in the pasted year, so how could that be? I pushed the thoughts aside and got of the car, the media was already there crowding the parking lot along with the employees and guests of the slightly run down three star hotel.

I sighed as I forced my way through the crowd, hoping in the confusion no one who recognize me, and for once my wish came true. Lifting up the crime scene tape, I scooped under and approached Chief. "Good morning"I smile "How are you?" my voice was filled was mocked perkiness.

"Pretty good considering, its room 9" he nods slowly offering a weak smile.

"Thanks" I return to nod and march forward, pass the police officers on the scene, most were just there to act like they were doing something so they wouldn't get called in to actually do some work. I stepped inside the hotel and instantly the faint familiar scent of death tickled my nose, along with another odor. The smell of a musky cologne that seemed to try to bring back a flood of memories, but atlas my brain just couldn't connect the scent to a person. Then a cold feeling washed over me, the seem feeling a felt on the drive over only stronger and no doubt the cologne was to blame. Once again, I shook off my emotions and walked down the hallway until I saw an officer questioning what looked like a employee, the one who I'm guessing found the scene. Passing them, I looked up at an open door with a large golden number 9 on it,"Is this the room?" I turn to look at them.

"Y-Yes of-officer." the woman whimpered.

I nodded and stepped toward her "Are you the one who found him?"

She nodded.

"Well, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind"

She nodded once again and turned around fully to give me her full attention. The officer she was talking to huffed and wandered off.

"What time did to find him?"

"Around 7:30 this morning"

"What made you decide to come to this room?"

"I do room service"

"Okay, so did someone order something from this room?"

" job is to go around all the rooms with a tray of breakfast."

"Okay. How did you get in the room?"

"The door was unlocked"

"And you just opened it?" I arched my eyebrow made her shake her head.

"No...I knocked repeatedly and no one answered."

"Why didn't you turn away?"

"Well the first time I did."

"The first time?"

"At 6o'clock"

"Okay. So you came to this room around 6 then?"

"I went to deliver breakfast to the other guests" her tiny voice squeaked.

"Okay. So you came here, you left and was gone for an hour and thirty minutes before coming back and then?"

"Well, I was finished at 7.I came back to the door and knocked but the room keeper told me to give in thirty minutes"

"She did? Why?"

"She said they had just got married and were probably tired from last night" the apples of her cheeks glowed red.

"So, when did you feel the need to check to see if the door was unlocked?"

"Well, I came back around 7:20 and knocked for 8 minutes before checking"

"Why did you check?"

"I thought something might of been wrong" she whispers sadly

"So you checked to see if the door was unlocked, it was so you walked in?"

'Yes,I said I was coming in and no one said anything so I did."

"And you found him..."

"Y-yes" tears brim her eyes

"Where?"

"The b-bed"

"Was there any blood anywhere that you could see?"

"N..no..no there wasn't.. But I didn't go all the way in.. I opened the door and saw him and ran out.."

"Okay thank you ma'am" she nodded and scampered off in the opposite direction, probably trying to find the officer she was speaking with earlier.

I turned around to look and the opened door. It was all the way open, just cracked and as te palm of my hand touched the oak surface, I held a breath and pushed it gently. It creaked as I gained entrance to the dark secret it witness.

I looked down to any sign out blood, finding none, I gazed up and in the window by the window was a king sized bed, perfect for a couple. I slipped gloves on my hands and stepped forward. The bed was neatly made and laying on the right side was what appeared to be a sleeping man. But the pale tint and the odor he gave off told the fatal true, he was dead. Looking at his face I found my lips forming a name I hadn't spoken in years.

"D-Duncan?"