When we exited the elevator on the eleventh floor, we were greeted by a group of young women, all decked out in bright pink T-shirts declaring “Karen"s Hen Party.” To most people they"d appear drunk…not the case though. This damn hotel was a hotbed of ghostly activity. We smiled at the women, killed their ghosts, and headed to Pete"s suite.
Before joining everyone, I stopped at my room and grabbed the old lock box and the remaining letters. When I entered Pete"s suite, Billy wasn"t there.
Squelching a tinge of panic, I asked, “Where is she?”
Darius said, “She"s fine. As far as I can tell, she doesn"t have a concussion. She"s got a nasty bump and gouge on the back of her head, but it"s already starting to heal nicely. Otherwise, I think she was just exhausted, and along with the blood lo
