“The receptionist is dead.”
Jayda’s voice came out barely above a whisper.
The television continued flashing crime scene footage while the reporter spoke rapidly in the background.
“…identified early this morning inside a vacant staff utility room connected to the ongoing Hudson hotel investigation…”
Gon immediately stood up from the couch.
“What the hell?”
The screen showed blurred images of police officers entering the hotel’s restricted area while yellow tape surrounded the service hallway.
Then another image flashed briefly.
A silver bracelet.
Blood.
A familiar hotel uniform.
Jayda’s stomach twisted violently.
“That’s her,” she whispered. “She checked us in that night.”
Damek’s jaw hardened beside her.
“She knew something.”
The atmosphere inside the apartment instantly s
