"I could stay here all day," Jordan said as she leaned back against Woody, still in the bubble bath.

"Really, because I was kind of hoping we could move this little party to the bed," Woody replied as he nuzzled Jordan's neck. Before Jordan could say anything else, her cell phone rang.

"You're going to answer that aren't you?" Woody said, knowing full well that she would. Jordan dried off her hand and then reached for her phone. The conversation didn't last more than a few seconds, but by the tone of her voice, Woody knew that "play time," was over.

"I have to go. A body of a maid just showed up over at a hotel, not far from the morgue."

"Wow, you really know how to kill a mood, " Woody said with a sigh. Jordan smiled softly as she stepped out of the tub to towel off. Just as she went to get dressed, Woody's own cell phone went off.

"I'll be right there," he said moments later before hanging up. He grabbed his clothes off the floor and joined Jordan in the other room. "Looks like that maid was murdered. I just got called to the scene as well."

"Good. Now you can drive both of us over."

xxx

"Bug, what do we have?" Woody asked as he and Jordan entered a guest room at Boston's Legacy Inn and Suites.

"Mira Gonzales. She's twenty-eight according to her driver's license. Rigor is not yet set in so she has been dead less than eight hours. Judging from the marks on her neck, it appears that cause of death is affixation by some type of rope or wire." Bug said as Woody wrote all the information down in his notepad. Jordan began to take measurements of the woman's injury marks.

"Detective Hoyt, this is Edmund Ludwick. He is the manager of this hotel." A young female officer told Woody as she left the manager with him and walked away.

"Did you see or hear anything, Mr. Ludwick?" Woody asked the man.

"No, nothing. I was downstairs all morning. Mira's shift started about three hours ago. She is in charge of all ten rooms on this side of the hall. She did her first two rooms it seems, but never started this one based on the looks of it."

"When did you last see Ms. Gonzales alive?"

"When she clocked in earlier today. She came right up here to work. It takes around forty minutes to complete a room and like I said, she did the first two but this one was not touched. She was found about forty to fifty minutes ago."

"So she hasn't been dead for very long." Woody added.

"Who found her?" Jordan asked as she came up behind Woody.

"The other maid in charge of this floor. Dana Alexander. She does the ten rooms on the other side," the manager replied.

"Is that her over there with the officer?" Woody asked pointing to a heavy, curly haired blonde who was talking with an officer near the doorway of the hotel room.

"Yes, that's Dana."

"Thank you, Mr. Ludwick. If we have any more questions for you, we will get a hold of you." Woody and Jordan left the manager and walked over to Dana Alexander. "Dana Alexander? I'm Detective Woody Hoyt from the Boston Police Department and this is Jordan Cavanaugh from the M.E.'s office. We have a couple of questions for you. The woman's lip quivered as she nodded.

"Anything I can do to help," she said.

"I understand that you were the one who found the deceased?" Woody asked, to which the woman nodded again. "Do you know what time that was?"

"It was about an hour ago." Ms. Alexander answered. "I had not seen her come out in a long time which was unusual for her so I came to check on her. I found her like this."

"Do you know anyone who may have wanted to harm Ms. Gonzales?"

"No one at all."

"You didn't hear anything?" Jordan asked.

"No, I'm sorry, but I had my vacuum going. I did not hear a thing. This is so terrible. Mira is…was…such a great person. Her poor kids. They don't have anyone now."

"Kids?" Jordan asked.

"Yes. She has two of them. A boy and a girl. Mateo is six now and the girl, Isabel is not quite two."

"Is their father around?" Woody asked.

"Mira never spoke of him, but I do know that she and the kids lived alone."

"Where are the kids now?" a concerned Jordan asked.

"With their baby-sitter. A neighbor in Mira's apartment building."

"Thank you, Ms. Alexander. We will probably have more questions for you, but in the meantime, if you think of anything else that might help us, call this number," Woody said as he handed her his card.