"At least an hour, less than two based on body temp and blood clotting." Sean drummed his fingers on the desk. He had large hands, but short gingers, scarrs on his knuckles revealed a tendency to fight or box. "He was killed somewhere around ten last night. Tenish. We really need to do something about the clocks."
Murder Mystery was exactly what they had. It wasn't Ms. Scarlet in the library with a kinife. If only because the carpet in here was pristine. "I think he was killed in the maitenance room above the elevator."
"We also lost three more passengers last night. For all I know at this point these teeth might belong to one of them."