CHAPTER EIGHT
Carly tried not to get her hopes up as Lyle pulled the car to the curb in front of the Verdana Hotel. While Barry Coddington might well be the murderer, she knew it would be an extraordinary stroke of luck to wrap up the case so quickly.
The Verdana Hotel was a majestic, palatial Victorian building that dominated the area, complete with battlements and turret roofs. As Carly and Lyle got out of the car, Detective Brown parked right behind them. He jumped out of his car and walked with them toward the arched entryway.
“I’ve got a feeling this is it,” Brown said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “We’re going to catch our killer. I got suspicious of Barry Coddington the minute I laid eyes on him.”
Carly and Lyle glanced at each other as the three of them continued on into
