WILLIAM ran towards Harley’s voice. When he reached her, she was standing in front of a hotel room’s door. From the way her arm was positioned, it must be her own hotel room because she was already holding the key card and was about to tap it in the door sensor. The cause of her scream and immobility was the red blood dripping from the door handle down to the cream colored paint. William pulled Harley behind him by her arm. She was still staring at the crimson red liquid. William examined the stain closer and he realized there may be fingerprints on the handle and door that shouldn’t be touched. He smelled the red liquid just to be sure and his suspicions were right. The rustic smell of blood filled his nostrils.
“Is this your room?” he asked her and she just nod
