"Awesome." Dean said with a note of despair in his voice. "Bet you she gave up on the police looking for her friend. We should go talk to them. Tell them to leave and that we're investigating a string of disappearances in the area." Dean was frowning, worry etched into his face. He hadn't shared much of a conversation, except for a few words about his car with the blonde. She had seemed nervous. He stood up. "I heard Karen say they were in room 112. Let's go." He headed toward their room.

Karen paused the game. "I don't know. I hope we can find her, but it has been two weeks. Most missing persons only have twenty-four hours. And the stupid cops don't even take missing person reports for adults until after the first 48." She looked at the paused screen of her game. "I can only hope." She pressed back against the flood of emotions. Fear and sadness. Mourning for a friend she wasn't even sure was dead. There was a knock on the door and Karen jumped. She smiled at Lucille. "I'll get it." She got up and went to the door peeking through the peep hole. "It's the guys with the car." She raised an eyebrow looking back at Lucille. Before cracking the door as the safety lock would allow.

"Can I help you?"

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"Look." His "wife" warned as the two men crossed from their room to the girls room. "It'll have to wait."