The cleaner, Maria, stood at a distance, swallowing against the dryness in her throat. She stared at the two police vehicles parked at awkward angles, their blue lights silent but still spinning, painting the lodge’s stucco wall in frantic, rhythmic streaks. Her heart pounded a frantic, sickening rhythm against her ribs. The morning coffee she’d had churned in her stomach. Just turn off the tap, she’d thought. That was all.Inside the room, the air was a cloying mixture of chemical lavender from a spent air freshener and the unmistakable, thick sweetness of death. Officer Kamau crouched beside the bathtub, his latex gloves snapping against his wrists. He inspected the pale, lifeless body of the woman, her skin pruned and waxy. His colleague, Officer Auma, stood braced in the bathroom doorway, her jaw tight, trying to breathe through her mouth to avoid the smell.“See this?” Kamau said quietly, using a gloved finger to gently move a damp strand of dark hair from the woman’s neck. Faint
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