A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

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Chloe stopped hopping on one foot, her red sneakers landing with a soft thud in the grass. “We saw his car there on the way back from the library.”

“He said he had a regional meeting in Toledo today,” I said, putting my hands in my jacket pockets to keep them from shivering.

“The red sedan was parked right in front of room twelve,” Mia said, her continue reading …