"What a dump." Rodriguez pulled the cruiser into the lot. The motel was one of those single floor gigs. It was probably built in the 70s and seemed to be sporting its original paint job.
He pulled the car into a space in front of the tiny office. A young man, barely old enough to shave, looked up from the black and white television behind the counter.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm Officer Rodriguez. This is my partner Officer Keeley. We're responding to a 911 traced to this location."
The young man shook his head. "It's been quiet all morning. Only two rooms filled."
"You won't mind if we check them out."
"No sir." The young man clicked off the television and led him down the tiny walkway.
The first room was an elderly couple on their way to Florida. They had had no problems and there were no signs of trouble in the room. Keeley apologized for disturbing them and followed down the walkway to the next to the last room.
Rodriguez was knocking on the door. "Police. Open up."
There was no answer. He tried a second time.
Keeley nodded to the young man, who used the housekeeping key to unlock the door before stepping out of the way.
"Madre de Dios." Rodriguez hissed as the door swung open.
The bed was soaked with blood from the young woman. Her naked body was slashed at least a dozen times. Her head was turned towards the door, her open eyes empty of life.
"Dude, that's" The young man's face turned green as he hurried away.
Rodriguez grabbed his radio and called in the report.
A faint noise call Keeley's notice. It was coming from the bathroom. He pulled out his gun and carefully walked to the closed door.
"Police." He called out as he opened the door. He choked for a moment from the billowing steam that spilled out.
"So much blood. Blood." A young man, tall but almost anorexically skinny was curled on the shower floor. His clothes were soaked from the torrent of water pouring over him. "Dead. She's dead. So cold."
Keeley could hear Rodriguez walk up behind him.
"What the hell?"