“There’s nothing shaky here,” Jayda whispered as she looked over the plants in the garden around the hotel’s pool area.
“Miss, what are you really doing here? It’s dark. You better get inside the hotel now.”
She then let out a deep sigh as she wiped her hands against her jacket, finally giving up as she found nothing after inspecting possible reasons why would that guy be turning up around every night.
“Miss?”
“By any chance, can someone hide a body here in the garden? I mean, can someone actually bury a dead body here?”
“Excuse me?”
Jayda piched herself as she realized how reckless that questions of her could be. Slowly, she turned to look at the guard in mid-forties based on her quick calculations behind her then smiled. She was actually spacing out when she asked those questions.
