Katie had made good progress on the chapter when her stomach growled loudly, demanding sustenance. She checked the time - it was early afternoon already and she'd been writing for hours without pause.
Closing her laptop, she headed downstairs to the hotel cafeteria in search of coffee and food. As she added sugar to her coffee, snippets of conversations floated over from nearby tables. Most guests were still buzzing about the morning's grisly discovery in whispers.
Taking her tray to an empty table, movement by the large windows caught her eye. Detectives and uniformed officers were canvassing the property, showing photos around to staff and lingering guests. They appeared to be hitting another dead end in identifying the John Doe.
A raised voice from the next table drew Katie's attent
