MURDER GAME

Chapter 21

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When Sebastian opened the door to their room, the stale air tickled their noses. He left the door open so the fresh air could come in and sat on his bed. "You know what upsetts me ..." he looked at Milan, who was suspiciously folding a brown blanket on his bed, "if Chester knew Mollie was cheating on him ... why didn't he tell her something?"

"Maybe he really had a mistress, too."

Sebastian tossed his jacket beside him and took off his shirt, "But in that case he didn't care if Mollie cheated on him. I don't think he would hire Timothy to accompany her then."

"Maybe that hurt his ego. He didn't want to share his own." Disgusted, Milan moved the blanket to the bottom of the bed.

"Here," Sebastian removed a cotton T-shirt from his backpack and placed it on Milan's pillow. "Don't keep your face on that pillow." He took the shirt off for himself and spread it over the white pillow, "I believe Hope is right. Chester didn't have a mistress. Maybe he told something to Mollie ...  She just doesn't want to admit it. Or maybe he approached Michael. . "

The pipe sang like trumpet and sound spread through the room and they both looked toward the ceiling. "What do you think he might have told Michael? To stay away from Mollie and then the wise yoga instructor decided to kill Chester?"

"He may not have seen another exit."

Milan twisted his lips on the side as he stared at one point, considering the option, "Maybe."

Sebastian found something to wear for sleep and finally straightened his spine on the bed. With the corner of his eye, he noticed that the front door remained open. He exhaled and looked at Milan, who was already breathing deeply.

When he came to the door, he saw a man climbing up the stairs leading to their room. He closed the door and quickly pulled the gun from his belt. He leaned against the window and watched the man's movement through the dark curtain.

He could no longer see the man's silhouette but he heard footsteps.

He was definitely ahead of the door.

The doorknob turned and the man with the mustache and bloodshot eyes met the barrel pointed at his forehead. The man widened his eyes and raised his hands, "I have nothing!"

Sebastian frowned slightly and weighed the man in front of him. He's drunk.

"What are you doing here sir?"

"Well ..." the man looked around. "I thought this was my room. I was wrong."

Sebastian exhaled as the stink of alcohol rushed out of the man's mouth. Sebastian dropped the gun, "Do you know what number your room is?"

The man shook his head and Sebastian nodded "Okay. Wait a minute."

He picked up the phone from the coffee table and called the front desk, "Hello? Please come to the room on name Holton ... some man got lost."

Soon the fat receptionist arrived, angry that he was being disturbed while he was sleeping at the counter. "What is the problem?"

"No problem, only this man can't remember where his room is."

The fat receptionist looked at the man and knew right away that he was downstairs. He took the man away and Sebastian lay back in his, not so comfortable, bed again.

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"So how's work?" Ida tilted her head as she kept a slight smile on her face.