Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

Ariana was found tied up and gagged in one of the hotel’s janitor closets, one that was not normally checked until the morning. Because she was resilient and determined to alert anybody to Clara’s disappearance, she made enough ruckus for one of the hotel guests to notice and call for help.

Red whispers, as he holds my hand. I hold his hand as he squeezes it, we stayed still for a while as we wait for them to come back. We usually receive guests like this, if they have an important mission for Xenee and Jiro. But their voices start to get louder as we heard them arguing about something. Letting go of Red's hand, I slowly tiptoed near the window to hear more clearly, with Red following me from behind. There we heard a female voice, her voice is so cold that we both shiver upon hearing it.

Real love, is closed, full of secrets. The hotel construction work was carried out at night. So it doesn't disturb morning activities, especially in restaurants. Tonight the hotel was busier than usual and there were police. "What is the problem?" "I hope there is no murder in my hotel. Oh my God," I panicked because this would damage the hotel's image. If there is a murder case then people will think twice about staying overnight. There's a mystery going on in it. So far, no terrible cases have occurred. We stopped behind the hotel and entered the elevator together to my room.

I added, with half a wink in Maggie's direction. "DCI Burton," I turned to speak to him, "you have met all these people. You have watched and listened as they spoke. Have you met anyone on this trip whom you were not inclined to trust?" "Only one," she said. "I have some doubt about the hotel clerk in Haliheved. I thought there was something very odd about the way he said he couldn't find our reservation." "Yes, I noticed that too," I said. "But what about the people connected with this investigation?"

she pouted the more making him roll his eyes "Âss down. I'll make you something to eat. You love spaghetti and meatballs right?" "Of course, but do you know how to cook ?"she asked slowly. Of course i do "he responded sharply She shurrged her shoulders and went to the living room "Crazy personality" he mumbled turning on the gas An Underground Casino** Tikka watched from a distance as Eros exchanged the briefcase containing drugs with the Philippines. Her gun ready and loaded in her hand awaiting for any stunts they'll try to pull

I asked her as I removed my hair out of the neat bun so I could feel more relaxed with the AC blasting cold air into the shop She turns her head to the very corner of the shop, there sits Hue who was busy looking at his phone with an empty coffee cup on his table. Genevieve leans close to my ear “That guy didn’t leave once you stepped out from the back doors” She pointed her head to the corner of the shop and there I saw Hue who was busy looking down at his phone with an empty coffee cup on his table. I grabbed Genevieve by the arm “Why hasn’t he left yet?!” I whisper to her

He looked left and right, then got to the motorway and headed to the hotel. **** Assuring her that this was the safest hotel in town, the detective got her card number and led her to her room upstairs. Once there, he helped her settle. “What would you like to eat? Let me get it for you now,” he demanded. “I am not hungry; there is nothing near it.” He dipped his hands into his pocket and brought some chocolate bars, spreading them on the room’s table. “Here, you will need it.” She muttered her thanks and paced around the room, the images of the dying sparrow flying across her mind.

According to the time imprint on the image, Gray had arrived at the hotel less than an hour after Briggs’s estimated time of death, with the key card to his room. “Find anything?” the young hotel owner asked, coming up behind the detective. “Leave him alone,” said his wife from her perch at the front desk. “Let him do his job so they can all get out of here.” The man ignored her, still had that wide smile on his face. He seemed to find the whole thing very exciting, even though it couldn’t be good for business to have a room cordoned off by crime-scene tape and a CSI truck in your parking lot. These days, though, everyone thought they were living in a reality television show. People seemed t