LEVELS
by Rik Hunik
1
Joshua bounced up the two concrete steps and pulled open the door to the office of the seedy motel. “This is my first locked-room murder,” he said, holding the door.
“Mine too,” Frank growled at his rookie partner as he stepped past him into a dingy office that could have been transplanted from any other cheap motel.
“Really? After all your years as a detective?”
“Yeah. They don’t happen very often in real life.” And any kind of murder first thing on Monday morning was not something he could get enthusiastic about.
Frank’s eyes zeroed in on the motel manager sitting behind the counter. “You found the body?”
