The hotel was not the grandest, but still old world in look and style. Thick red carpets adorned the floors and old chandeliers hung from the ceilings. Wilden booked them in and escorted Jacqui and Blair upstairs. Jacqui flung herself into one of the heavily upholstered chairs.
“Are you okay Jacqui?” Blair looked concerned.
“I do not think that I shall ever be okay again. I may just be tired and hungry right now, which I know can be remedied, but the things which had happened over the last few weeks and all the shocking things I had to find out and hear since the death of my parents… it feels unreal… a nightmare which just would not end. When will enough be enough? I actually wish that the killer would come for me and get it over and done with…”
“Please do not talk like that, you stil
