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Chapter 2

Micks POV

"What is it?" I asked now even more confused than before.

Beth sighed and opened the folder. Inside was a scrambled mess of papers. Puzzles to be more accurate.

"This girl was weird. I mean, look at all of these. Sudoku, mazes, crosswords… my gosh. She clearly had way too much time on her hands." Beth rambled on. I shifted through the pile of paper then stopped.

"Beth," I should have realized this before. " This wasn't the girls room."

"What's your point?" She gave me a quizzical look.

"How did her stuff get here?" I nodded toward the folder that was still in her hands. She dropped it as if it has burned her.

"You see it too don't you?" the corner of my mouth twitched as the realization hit the blond girl.

"How did it get here? Did she take it? If she did, why did she bring it here?" Her voice faded out.

We were silent for a moment. Both of us staring at the papers on the desk.

"It makes no sense." Beth muttered. I nodded in agreement.

There were five questions I needed to find the answers to.

1: Why did the girl change rooms in the first place?

2: Why was the girl murdered in this room?

3: Who brought the papers up here? Why?

4: Who was the murderer?

5: Why do I always end up running into Beth on a murder case?!?

I knew that I would never find out the answer to the last one but I just needed to ask it anyway.

I turned and walked from the room. Beth close on my heals. I stepped into the elevator again pushing the lobby button with a little more force than necessary. It lit up and the doors slid closed slowly.

"Um…where are we…" I held up my hand to silence her.

Thk..thk..thkthk..thk..thk..thkthk..thk..thk..thkthk..

"Do you here that?" I whispered.

"What…" There was a loud grinding noise from above us. "Okay. I hear it now." Beth said nervously she clutched the sleeve of my jacket.

I jammed the button for the fifth floor. The doors opened almost instantly. As soon as we were through the doors the lights flickered out in the elevator.

"Beth," my eyes were still fixed on the elevator. "knock on one of the doors and have them call the front desk. Tell them their elevator is no longer in operation."

"Sure." She said bitting her lip. She walked off toward the nearest door.

"I d-d-don't believe it!" the jumpy front desk girl was almost in hysterics. "Someone could have been k-k-killed. That would have made t-t-t-two. We j-j-j-just had it checked two d-d-d-days ago. No one was hurt r-r-right?"

I assured her once again that we were both fine. After the incident in the elevator the hotel had hired a maintenance crew to look at it. Apparently all the cables that held the elevator had been cut in different places. If we had been in there much longer the whole thing would have broken and we'd be dead.

"G-g-good. Really good. Aww man." She put her face in her hands. We were at the front desk waiting for the camera recordings of inside elevator, seventh floor hallway showing room 751, and the ones showing room 307 and 243.

A bellboy walked up carrying a few CDs. "Are these for you, sir?

"Probably." I took the labeled CDs from him.

"Those are copies. Not the originals. If they don't work I can make you another copy of them…" He stopped mumbling when he caught my gaze. What was it with people rambling about unimportant things today? The bellboys face reddened and he left.

I handed the disks to Beth. "Stay here with her," I gestured to the girl, whose name I now knew was Jenny. "watch the videos and make a list of all the people going into the rooms. Make another list of those who went into the elevator after I left on the seventh floor. I am going to check the two other rooms and then I have to go ask an old friend a question."

Beth nodded and she and Jenny went behind the desk. Beth turned and mouthed 'you better not ditch me' then disappeared.

I took the stairs up to the second floor. Door 243 was open too. I wondered if Beth had come here first. But she hadn't said anything. Quietly, I opened the door and slid into the room. Nothing was out of place. Nothing that would give me a clue to this absurd murder. Puzzle. This whole thing was a puzzle. What was it with the puzzles? I decided to take another look at room 751. First I had to check out the girl's room.

Trisha Blake was (there is no other way to put it) a neat freak. Everything was perfectly in order. All her clothes in the closet or folded nicely in the dresser. Wallet and keycard stacked on the table by the door along with rent-a-car keys. I looked at her drivers license. She lives in Georgia, was 19 and had a job that required her to travel? What 19 year old had a job that required them to go out of state. Unless it wasn't a job.

I left with more questions than answers. I did know that the papers on the desk could not have been put there by Trisha. They might have been Trisha's but she was too neat to have them thrown and spread out on the desk like they were. Beth might have done it but I doubted it. She wouldn't disturb a crime scene.

I climbed the stairs to the seventh floor. Why was this hotel so empty? I was sure that people would have left because of the death but there had to be some brave souls in this place. It was like a ghost town.

The door was still open from when we left. I needed to find that paper I had seen on the desk. The one with Josef's and Trisha's names on it. I needed to find out the connection between the two of them.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Everything the papers and even the blood was gone completely. And I wasn't in the wrong room. Trust me, I checked.

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