PART 2: SCOTT SHELBY
Scott shelby was a private detective and strode into the old, abandoned hotel, walking up to the front counter. "Can I help you sir" said the receptionist. "I'm looking for Lauren Winter" said the receptionist. "How about I pay you about $10 and then you tell me? said Scott. "oh you mean THAT lauren winter!" said the receptionist, "she's on the second floor". Scott thanked him and stole the $10 back, then walked up to the second floor. "She's got to be around here somewhere," thought old Scott," and then she will help me find the Origami Killer."
He knocked on every door on the floor until he found her door. She opened up the door and said "sorry i am not seeing clients right now." and shut the door in his face and he was to slow to catch it and open up the door to say wait. So he knocked on the door again.
She said this: "It's fifty bucks but I dont kiss or do any wierd stuff". He went into the room and she got on the bed. "Well arent you going to take of your clothes!" she said incredulously.
"Actually I'm not a customer today," he said.
"Oh no, a cop" said lauren angrily. "You want freebies, is that it?" Now, this wasnt a bad guess, becase scott Shelby used to be a cop and would do this sort of thing all thie time, but not now. This time he was a private detective and he was trying to find the Origami Killer, which he told her about. In a suprrising coincidence, it turned out that she had had a sone who was kidnapped many years ago who they eventually found in the middle of a wasteland. he asked her some questions, only finding out that she thought her son was a good boy. but then the timer rang.
"Times up Mr. Shelby" said Winter. "I hope you got what you wanted." "Me too," thought Scott. He turned and left. But, in the middle of the hall, he had asthma and couldn't breath! he rummeged around in his pockets until he found an inhaler and breathed deeply and until he felt better. A creepy bald man walked past him and opened up the of Lauren's room. He thought that could be trouble so he knocked on the door. The man opened it. Lauren was laying on the floor by the bed. "What do you want, butthole?" said the bold man. "Lauren are you ok?" he said. "Shes just swell, now beat it looser!" said the bald man, slamming the door shut. Scott sighed and hoped he was right, walking back out throug the rain to his 1940 car.