“But you can allow a total stranger in my room?” Kate said. “How did he get in there anyway?”
“We assumed you let him in,” the manager said. “I think now maybe this is a police matter.”
“You may be more right than you know,” Kate said. “Which is why I want to look at the place before they get here.”
“I can’t allow that,” the manager said.
“What’s your name?” Quinn asked. He pulled out a pad of paper and started writing.
“Eric Hoffman,” the manager said stiffly. “I have the full backing of the hotel’s owners, I can assure you. There’s no use trying to intimidate me.”
“I’m not trying that,” Quinn said evenly. “Just wanted to know your name for the paper.”
“The paper?”
“We work for the Chronicle, Mr. Hoffman,” Quinn said. “I work on the crime beat. And this is a crime. I’m sure a lot of people will be interested in your security standards.”
“Or you could just let us in and we’ll keep your name out of it,” Kate said.
The manager paused and considered. It felt like forever, but he finally gestured toward the elevator.
“But my name is not to be anywhere near this story,” he said.
They rode the elevator in silence and Kate walked quickly to her room once it stopped and opened. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. Quinn almost wondered if she would grab her gun, but she didn’t even pause when the manager opened the door.
“Dear God,” she said as she walked in.
The room was a disaster. Virtually every piece of furniture had been overturned. The table lamp lay on its side with the light bulb crushed into the carpet. The bed’s mattresses had been taken off the bed frame. One lay against the wall and the other was strewn halfway on the bed. The coffee table had been shattered as if someone had fallen on it. Quinn glanced into the bathroom and could see shards of mirror lying on the floor.
“You see why we were upset,” the manager said.
“You thought she did this?” Quinn said.
“We thought… the man said… he told the front desk there was a bit of a party. We didn’t hear much, so we didn’t think about it. It wasn’t until the next morning…”
“How could you not hear this?” Quinn asked.
Kate started walking around. Her clothes had been removed from the drawers and were strewn all over the room. There was a bra hanging from a light fixture and three panties laid out in a row on the bed’s headboard. Kate made no move to pick anything up.
Instead, she appeared to be looking for something.
“Watch out for the broken glass,” Quinn said. He wasn’t sure what she was looking for.
“We need to call the police,” the manager said.
“In a minute,” Kate said. “You and I need to talk first.”
“Talk about what?” the manager said. He sounded nervous. He clearly had assumed Kate would pay for damages and now had stumbled onto something quite different.
Kate didn’t answer. Instead she scoured the hotel room floor, stepping over a pair of pants and a blouse. Quinn was about to ask her what she was looking for when she leaned down and scooped a piece of paper off the ground. She read it, crossed the room and handed it to Quinn.
“I’m going to kill you slowly, Trina,” the note read.
“What’s it say?” the manager asked.
Neither one of them responded.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Kate said. “I’m going to cut you a deal.”
“Cut me a deal? We have insurance. If you don’t know the gentleman who did this…”
“Oh, I know him,” Kate said. “Lord Halloween did this.”
The man audibly gasped.
“How can you say such a thing?” the man said. “That’s libel. I’ll sue.”
“First of all,” Quinn said, “It’s slander, not libel. Libel is printed and we haven’t done that yet. Second of all, it’s also true.”
“You’re going to make two copies of the hotel security feed for the past several days,” Kate said. “One copy goes to me and the other goes to the police.”
“Why would I do such a thing?” the man said. “I’m not giving anything to reporters. If the police want them, we will of course cooperate.”
“You want to help me,” Kate said, and she smiled. Quinn thought she was beautiful, but the smile looked cold and ruthless. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to put this on the front page of the Chronicle: ‘Lord Halloween Strikes Leesburg Inn.’”
“The police will do that anyway,” the manager said, but he sounded doubtful.
“Please,” Kate replied. “The police want to cover this up even more than you do. But as you say, we’re reporters. I would be more than happy to write in detail of how the hotel security let a psychopath into one of their guest’s rooms. Do you know how fast business would dry up?”
“I’ll tell everyone you threatened me,” the manager said.
“Say what you want,” Kate said, and smiled again. If anything, it looked more cruel than before. “No one will believe you. You will just be trying to protect yourself. They’ll be too busy running away from here and your bosses will be too busy trying to find someone to blame. And it won’t take them long to find someone, will it?”
The manager stood and stared. He looked at Quinn, who just stared back
“What do you want?” the manager said.
“The security feed,” Kate said. “Just a copy-same as the police get-we’re not trying to interfere, after all.”
“To do what with it? Put it in the paper?”
“We’re going to do you a favor,” Kate said. “If the police don’t mention you, we won’t either. The minute they go public with this, we can’t help you. But if they cover up this incident, you’re home free. We’ll just use the tapes for research and nobody needs to bring this up again.”
Quinn could see the manager turning it over in his mind. It was a trap and he knew it. If he didn’t cooperate, he would be looking for a new job by the end of the week. If he did, there was no guarantee it would help him much.
“Your call,” Kate said. “Take a risk and you might get lucky. But if you don’t play along, I assure you this place will be out of business by Christmas.”
The manager turned and looked at the room.
“Why do things like this always happen to me?” he said. Without looking back, he turned and walked out of the room. Very quietly, as he passed Quinn, he motioned for them to follow him.
Twenty minutes later, Kate and Quinn were handed copies of the tapes covering the entire week.
The manager had regained his officious tone.
“You breathe a word of this and I will sue you,” he said.
Kate nodded but waited till they were at the door to respond.
“The police are going to want to question me,” she said. “Tell them I’m staying with Quinn O’Brion. And one other thing…”
“Yes,” the manager said. In his head, he was beginning to see a way out. The police would come and they would stay quiet. And these reporters-who were they, really? They would stay quiet or face a lifetime of litigation. Eric Hoffman was back in control again.
“You missing any personnel?”
The manager stopped in his tracks. The blood drained slowly from his face.
“When did she disappear?” Quinn asked.
The manager didn’t respond. He didn’t have to; his face said it all.
“You might want to tell the police about that too,” Kate said.
And with that, the two were out the door. Eric Hoffman went back to his desk a broken man.
They had gone shopping. That was the thing that Quinn couldn’t believe. They were being chased by a psycho who had come to kill Kate at least twice in the past 12 hours and they had gone shopping. Quinn could see