Mike hurried up to Debra’s hotel room. He tried for the door, but it was locked. A maid walked out of a distant room and Mike quickly walked to her.
“Hi, could wewe open that door for me, please?” he asked soft but urgent. “I’m from the FBI” he added. “Hang on, I’ll onyesha wewe my badge”
After inaonyesha her his FBI card the maid walked to Deb’s room and unlocked it. “Thank you” Mike said. He slowly pushed the door open while he held up his gun.
He entered the room and looked around to see if there was anything unusual. Well, there was the corpse of a waiter, but there was...
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