I enter the hotel room once again. A black cloth bag has been placed over the first bed. I suppose it was Dan the one who did it.
The sunset can be seen through the window. Noah's friend didn't touch anything else than the bag and the curtains -and the door, of course. Although, he could have entered through the vents, one never knows.
I close the door behind me and approach cautiously to the nearest bed, curious of the content of the bag. Without wasting more time, I open the zip to reveal a white folder with nothing written on the cover.
Right next to it, there's a smaller leather bag. I take it, noticing that it contains a hunting knife.
The blade shines and shows my tired face before I save it again in the leather.
Then, the documents take all my attention. Maybe they
