7 Chapter 7

With the help of a long dark wig, plenty of make-up and a slutty black dress that showed off her ample cleavage, she looked every inch the New York whore. She’d even polished up her Brooklyn accent in case she needed it. As it was, however, the hotel staff studiously ignored her as she crossed the lobby and entered the elevator with a presumed client. The man even gave her a hopeful look, but as soon as the doors closed she pressed the button for a different floor. It was, of course, the floor she’d stayed on the previous night.

As she’d expected, her room had been sealed off with police tape. She slit it unobtrusively, then swiftly unlocked the door with the small kit of tools she’d brought along.