In the main room of the suite, Miguel was busily beginning his work. He always began his routine with the bed -- a room, whether clean or not, always looked nicer with a freshly-made bed. He stripped the comforter off, then did the same for the sheets. The sheets went into his cart, and new sheets appeared as if by magic. These were put onto the bed, flattened until all air bubbles vanished, and the corners tucked in. The pillow cases were also swapped. Only then was the comforter returned to the bed, so carefully folded with that flair for which Housekeeping was known.
Miguel even picked up and nicely folded the discarded clothing. He set it on the bed, where no one could miss it.
Had it been thrown into the laundry bag, Miguel would have happily taken it with him to be washed. Since it wasn't, he would have to assume the owner would be looking for it sometime today.
Miguel worked quickly, with only a hum to occupy himself. It was a Jennifer Lopez song, as it happened, although the Spanish version was so different from the English, it might be unrecognizable to only casual fans of the pop artist.
In addition to the humming, Kaz would likely hear rustling and the occasional thump as Miguel bumped into the cart. He was oblivious to the danger lurking behind the bathroom door...