“A moment, please,” I yelled from the bed as I
stood up in my drawstring white jogging shorts. I grabbed
the Turkish cotton bathrobe from the back of a dove gray
English armchair next to the bed and walked to the door
as I slipped it on. Through the door viewer, two gentlemen
in suits stood waiting, one with notebook in hand. My face
dropped.
I opened the door.
The guests in the room diagonally left from mine
were already speaking to two men in suits and a maid was
helping a woman in a suit enter a room to the right. The
two men at my door both wore scowls and their eyes were
assuming.
“Are you Matthias Kade?” the man with the
notebook asked.
tone.
“Yes. And you are?” I said with an unenthusiastic
“I’m Detective Grace and this is my partner,
Detective Sykes. We’re investigating a murder that
happened in front of the hotel. Can we ask you a few
questions?”
“Certainly,” I said, opening the door wide and
walking back into my room.
Detective Grace advanced first, holding his
notebook down and looking over the room as he did.
Detective Sykes took one step over the threshold but
remained at the door, his hands held low in front of
himself.
asked.
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“Are you the only occupant?” Detective Grace