FORTY-SEVEN
McCall made her way back to the hotel where they had found Jones. Crime tape still blocked the doorway of room 214. They had replaced the door mostly to keep undesirables from taking souvenirs from a crime scene or taking cell snaps of where the body of Jones had lain. The air was thick, and the smell of too many people in one spot still lingered, as if the walls had absorbed their scent.
CSU had finished their sweep hours ago and was on the way back to the lab to carry out their investigation, but McCall wasn’t interested in the room. As she reached the doorway, she strolled past it and headed for the stairwell to the attic. At the top of the stairs, two doors faced each other, one was for the fire escape, and the other was for the attic. On the red-coloured door, a large si
