"Debra, do you have an estimate as to the time of death or any ideas as to the cause of death?" Spinelli asked.
"Not long. A couple of hours, tops. Judging from the smell of almonds, I'm guessing we have another cyanide poisoned victim. He doesn't have any visible wounds."
A golf ball sized lump formed in Spinelli's throat making it difficult to ask the Sergeant his next question. "Did you talk to any hotel staff? Did he check in with anyone?"
The Sergeant pointed to the doorway. "The shift manager is in the hall waiting for you guys. Earlier he said that Meyers was alone when he checked in at around 1:45."
A wave of relief washed through Spinelli, but Shannon wasn't off the hook yet. Why was the man she kissed only hours ago now dead? And who exactly was this man?
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