Twenty minutes later, I received a text on my phone.
[Mr. Brook, we're at the door.]
I saw the scene on my notebook—two men wearing hats and masks stood outside Rachel's room.
I replied: [Action.]
These two men were thugs I had hired. To enjoy the unfolding scene in real-time, I even had a camera attached to one of their hats.
The man in the black hat knocked on the door, and after a moment, it swung open.
Orson peeked out, frowning slightly at the two men. "Who are you two?" he asked.
"We're the cleaners, here to help with the cleaning."
"We just checked in. We don't need any cleaning..."
Orson started, but before he could finish, the man in the white hat kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground and gasping in pain.
The two men rushed into the room and
