The Next Day
Richard
In a small, unremarkable room at the Carson Hotel, Brenda and I had already interrogated five bellhops, with three more to go that morning. Yet, despite our efforts, we hadn't gathered a single piece of useful information. Each one we questioned seemed to have conveniently avoided working the floor on the day of Elliott's murder. When the fifth bellhop exited the room, Brenda turned to me with a knowing smile.
"Calm yourself, man. Your energy is all over the place."
I sighed. "I'm sorry. It just feels like we're getting nowhere with these guys, like we're barking up the wrong tree."
Brenda's smile widened slightly. "You're new to this, aren't you?"
"Kinda," I admitted. "This is my third case, and my first involving a murder."
