Murder Case.

pg2

Lydia didn't sleep well. She barely closed her eyes when she felt something sharp hit her face. Her eyelids stuttered open lazily and she found out it was the sun rays protruding from the big window that was directly hitting her on her face.

It was so bright inside the room, she thought she would go blind from all that sunlight. Lazily and reluctantly standing up, she blinded the light and went back to the bed. Now she couldn't fall asleep, she decided to look around her surrounding to pass away time. The hotel room had a small table and chair close to the big TV screen. The mirror in the room was oval shaped and the table attached to the window was empty. That'll do for my deodorants, she thought. Looking passed it, she saw a lantern untop a fancy table, next to it was something, a paper? No, a magazine! She quickly grabbed it off the table.

'THE BRINK BAR' it read. The pictures on the front cover showed the bar, and on opening it, she saw pictures of the manager, some staffs and customers sitting down.

Knock knock.

The soft knock on the door distracted her. Now she realized she was stack naked.

"Who's it?" It was more of a yell out than a question. She busied herself, looking for what to wear inside her luggages as a reply came from outside the room.

"Hotel waiter ma'am"

"Shit" she said beneath her breathe and wrapped herself in the bedspread, walking to the door. "Yes" she opened the door halfway.

"I brought towels and soap ma'am"

"Oh" she took them from him.

"Would you like me to bring you your breakfast? Today's special is tasty" he said dropping his hands to his side after giving her the towels.

"Yes please, that'll be fine" She said.

"Yes ma'am" he curtsied and left.

She closed the door behind her, dropped the towel and soap on the bed and picked up the fascinating magazine. It looked cool and just like the type of place she could busy herself. Besides there was not much to do in Massachusetts but, how would she find this 'The brink bar'? There was a slight knock at her door again. She stood up and opened the door fully this time, letting the waiter in to drop the tray of food.

"Do you know any place called the brink bar?" She asked him as he stood straight.

"Why? Yes ma'am. It's just a minute walk from here. Formally owned by my manager and later giving to his family member to take care of but it still holds the hotel name, The Brink" he replied her.

"Thank you" she said to him.

"You're welcome ma'am" he curtsied and left, shutting the door gently.

I should work there.