Doors

[Left in "their" room at the hotel, all the shoes that he purchased from Cindy. On the top is a single note:

I had to guess your size, but I thought they were all colors you might like. See you soon, my lady.]

Locked to Justine S

There is something for you in our room.

[Locked to Bo D.]
Guess who got a new key, a phone instead of a book, and a silent woman who won't say a thing? Next time you go off on some job and leave me here when things go insane, we're going to have words, legs.

In my childhood, I often spent the week around Halloween tromping through cemeteries with my rather eclectic group of friends. Searching out ghosts, attempting to talk to the spirits of the dearly departed.

I must say I prefer such activities rather than the parties that this place likes to pull us to.