Addie sat with her legs crossed, her elbow on the table, her head resting in the palm of her hand. The fingers on her other hand drummed against the table as she waited for the detective to show up. Her eyes drooped. Then wandered to the clock on the wall. Then drooped again. If this were a normal day she'd be running, or showering, or still sleeping at this point. It seemed unnatural, to be sitting at 6:30 in the morning. Addie's mind understood the severity of the situation. Her body didn't. The moment the door clicked, Addie sat up straight in her chair. It was the detective who came around the hotel on business, and sometimes not. She frowned.
She nodded back at him, though hers was a little less amiable. “No, thank you,” Addie said, “But thank you for the offer.” She reached down and picked her water bottle up off of the floor. After taking a sip, she set it back down onto the table. “Conundrum isn't the word I'd use,” she said. “Misfortune is more like it. I've worked at this hotel for seven years. Nothing like this has ever happened.”