Chapter seven
Kaylyn
By the time Cole and I meet up to investigate the hotel, it is once again nearing five o’clock. Yet another long day, while the weekend beckons just out of reach.
I hold the plywood door open with my foot while Cole and I adjust our masks and flip on our flashlights. Even with no natural light within the structure, we opt to bypass the work-lights and rely only on our flashlights and equipment to guide us through the building. I turn on my hand-held audio and video recorder—one of many devices created by our tech team to help investigators to capture images and sounds that conventional recording devices can’t pick up.
I wince as a chunk of plaster breaks away from the wall and lands with a thud across the lobby. “In all the years I wanted to investigate this place,
