Dimas rolled his luggage to the door. He still didn’t know if Hunter was able to go back and retrieve his personal items from the hotel room he had shared with Carl. He unfolded the courtesy newspaper that had been shoved underneath the hotel door, and folded it back up. The local paper headline about Carl’s death shouted in bold letters: “Sudden Death.” Without hesitating, he pulled open the garbage can and threw the newspaper away. He didn’t want Hunter to see it. If Dimas wanted to read about it later, he would try an online copy.
He’d already packed whatever was left of Hunter’s clothes in Dimas’ suite.
A gentle opening of hotel room door and a moment later, Hunter was in the room.
“Well?” Dimas asked.
“Hotel security said the police hadn’t released the room yet, so I can’t get any
