THE MURDER THAT TOOK PLACE LAST NIGHT

ellgrove that night wasn't j

ared through Elmswood Hotel's ancient corridors. The building, a towering re

ick with sweat. The alarm traced back to Room 213, but the system showed no smoke, no fire - only noi

unlocked the door, what he

n a gaze of eternal shock. Blood pooled at her feet, creeping into the worn carpet like ivy. A single

suitcase

t soaked from the rain. The body hadn't been moved. Her year

tic," she whispered, crouching

rveillance? Gone. The hallway camera outside Room 213 had

-filled notepad. Scribbled across thr

e midnight. Br

age had be

he said, standing slowly