There wasn’t much in the hotel room except for those two cups of coffee.
I couldn’t spot the murder weapon. The room was cleaned out.

I had tried my hardest to get prints off the cups but it had seemed they were wearing pair of gloves.
It didn’t seem like we were dealing with other teens looking for some quick cash.
These were real provisionals and they were good at taking out the trash that stood in there way.

It was Twelve minutes past twelve in the afternoon I was eating a sandwich while looking at the teen’s autopsy photos. It had appeared the woman was the only one who struggled. The male had done nothing to prevent it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all threw lunch, but I didn’t dig myself way to deep inside it.
Just another mystery in a case! Once you start thinking about one thing that’s all you think of.