The maid tending Martin"s room found his body the next morning.
As she had done every morning, on that day Analisa knocked at his door to make his bed and check the bath towel in the simple room that he occupied. Hearing no sound from within, she gently turned the handle and let herself in.
Martin was lying face down on the worn rug in the center of the room. His arms were splayed to the sides and his short hair was matted with coagulated blood. She screamed and ran from the room, down the steps and into the street as she called for a doctor, asking for help in the monstrosity that awaited in the hotel room above.
The sun was up and most of the people in Altamura were already about their business. Carlo was walking by the building when Analisa ran out into the light with a panicked look
