FORTY-THREE“OKAY, SECOND FLOOR,” I said as I opened the door from the outside. Usually when people book into a hotel like this, they always come to check the balcony—then almost never lock the balcony door again.
Like this one. I entered the room through closed curtains and into the darkness beyond.
“Some people just went to their rooms way on the opposite end, but there’s a woman coming down the hallway in your direction now, by herself.”
I switched on a lamp by the bedside to have a quick look at my appearance. This room was definitely not abandoned—it looked like a man stayed here by himself, and it desperately needed some fresh air. The room was much like the one I had just seen one floor down. Long and rectangular, a queen-sized bed opposite a flat screen TV, a small table with two
