Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

She had eliminated Grey and made herself look like a hero in the process. My phone rang. It was my assistant. "Mr. Blackwood, I checked on that motel like you asked." "What did you find?" "There was a fire there earlier tonight, sir. The Riverside Motel on Highway 9. Room 23 was completely destroyed. Everything was burned." My blood went cold. I had met Grey just few hours ago in that room. Now it was conveniently destroyed along with any evidence he might have had there. "Sir? Are you there?" "Yes. Thank you." I hung up.

"I'll be the one to go in and book the room." "Are you sure?" asked Hazel doubtfully. Even though they had gone all the way from Seattle, the people there must have put up a big picture of Calvin as a fugitive. Anyone in the motel could have seen a picture of Calvin on television and then immediately called 911 to report Calvin's whereabouts at the motel. "I'd better do it," Hazel said without wanting to argue.

Even if it was just for one day, he felt a sense of wealth. With anticipation and apprehension, they cautiously entered the hotel. Their hearts pounded as they were met with an unsettling silence, contrasting the usual bustling atmosphere. The surroundings were illuminated by the flashing lights of police cars, casting an ominous glow on the scene before them. His detective sense was telling him that it's a crime scene. Police officers, dressed in black uniforms, patrolled the area while taking photos of crime scene evidence with large cameras attached to their belts. As soon as Mason saw his senior detective Diro he quickly hid his face.

I gulped, frozen in place, trembling despite myself. "You're in there, aren't you, miss?" Roger's voice was calm. "His name's Edmund, right? You two used to eat at my shop all the time." I couldn't hold back. "So it was you! You killed him!" Roger chuckled, the sound sending chills up my spine. "Ah, so you are inside. Young people… so impatient. Just a little bluff and you give yourself away." "What do you want?" I demanded. Going to the hotel was no longer an option. But the door was solid iron. For now, at least, I had some safety.

“I need your help, Jacob. Seriously.” “What kind of help?” I asked, walking further into the room. “Last night. My hotel hallway in New York. A man… exploded, Jacob. Not a figure of speech. Literally. A gory mess.” She delivered the news like she was reading a horrific weather report, all cold facts. “The maid said it was a junkie OD. But I found something in the mess.. a wallet with a wolf-head badge on it. One of Derek’s security team.” I stared at her, the image she painted making my skin crawl.

"Hayes attached a secondary document to the courier package. A separate envelope inside the outer one which wasn't with the letter. I found it in the packaging when I was prepping everything for the scan and it's a photograph, what looks like a video footage. The room went calm. "What does it show?" I asked. Ned was careful when he spoke. "It shows the main corridor of the Oakhaven Grand Motel and the timestamp matches the night of the gala and there are two figures in the corridor." He paused. "One of them is you, Oma. And the other one…" He stopped. "Ned," Richard said. "The other figure is a male but I couldn't identify his face very well." Ned said. From the corridor of the motel and on

took my bath and went to my office in the next room. I went to my save boxes.. I opened the first box to look for Adrians bracelet..and i found it in tact I went to the second box..opened it and found.. NOTHING!! I closed it and opened it again..to be sure i wasn't daydreaming. But still found nothing. Who got into my save and how did he or she know my password. It must be Hareite. She maynot have known my password but she most have surely found out about it somehow..

"I think those five-thousand-dollar tickets are part of their plan. Only something costly and attention-grabbing enough could draw everyone's attention toward money and envy right after they go missing, therefore covering up their actual objective." "These young men are meticulous indeed," the slightly older officer remarked from beside as he wrote in his notebook. I was allowed to first return to the dormitory after the questioning. This was my first time being left alone in the very spacious Room 412. The scent of expensive perfume from my roommates' parents still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of panic and despair. I sat at my desk, turned on the table lamp, and opened my text

I need to get to the hotel, and while I don’t like him hanging around me, I have to get answers. “Which hotel?” “Moonlight Majesty Hotel,” I answer, and Alpha Lucas freezes. The Alpha’s gaze turns serious as he looks at me once again. “You were marked at the Moonlight Majesty Hotel?”

"We'll check for mechanical issues. Odds are low, but it's possible there was incomplete combustion from the heater, maybe leaking carbon monoxide. Still, altitude sickness is the stronger theory." Alex shut his notebook and looked back at me. "On this trip, did anyone seem sick before things went bad? Especially right before you all got back in the car?" I thought for a moment. "Mike's altitude sickness was pretty rough. He threw up when we stopped at the pass for photos. After that, he pretty much stayed out cold. Damon, the driver, mentioned chest tightness yesterday, but he said it was an old problem." Just then, a tech officer walked over. "Detective Bell, the dashcam's memory card is m