Chapter 18
“You sure it’s him?” Marcus said as he took in the flashing lights in front of the cheap motel frequented by hookers. Colby stood outside the open door of room 5C.
Harold fell in beside him. “Yeah, it’s him. Maid discovered him this morning. Whoever did it hated him.”
Marcus stepped inside the dated, dingy motel room with two double beds, Manny Meskill dead in one. There was blood all over the headboard and the bedspread where the n***d man lay, stabbed.
The coroner, an older man in his fifties, Burke Brown, looked over to Marcus after he stepped back so Therese could finish taking photos of the scene.
“Sheriff, looks like he was stabbed about forty times, give or take,” Burke said. “Will have to get him back to the morgue, and then I can tell you exactly, but whoever did t
