The bathroom of the room I’d rented was so clean, as clean as anything I’d ever seen, it was almost antiseptic. I’m not a clean freak or anything, but I do appreciate it when I notice something so out-of-the-ordinary in a good way. No kidding, as I bathed I could see my reflection in the white porcelain tiles.

After bathing I relaxed with the local newspaper. Page 3 reported on a murder case at a local motel. On reading further, I noticed it was my motel, this motel. The victim was cut into pieces in the bathroom…