Lethal Habit - Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

The police arrived after the maid discovered the body. Detective Morris spoke with the concierge.

“So, you didn’t see anyone go to Mr. Franklin’s room?”

“He was issued a key card and took the elevator to the seventh floor. That’s the last I saw of him.”

“Do you have security cameras on each floor?”

“No. We like to ensure our guests are not being spied on.”

Morris joined an evidence tech in room 725 as a group of three men dusted for fingerprints and collected samples of blood, hair and saliva. The outside door was dusted, and they were able to get a good impression of a right hand. 

Morris was frustrated that there were no witnesses and no recorded footage. He went back to the station to see what the evidence team came up with.

“What you got?” Morris asked Lucinda Thomas who headed up the lab.

“All the blood and fingerprints belong to Mr. Franklin,” she told him.

“Nothing at all?”

“No, the killer was very efficient.”

“Good to know. So far I’ve got no witnesses, no evidence, no nothing.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

“So am I.”

Morris left and went to a pub to drown his anger in alcohol; that always worked, that is until he sobered up. Then it was a whole lot worse.