Prologue
It was 5 O’Clock in the morning. The telephone on the night-stand on the right-hand side of the room rang. Despite being hardly awake, the detective rolled over on his side of the bed and quickly picked the phone up. “Hello?” he murmured after answering.
“There’s a crime scene at the Santa Monica hotel,” the man on the other end announced, “I need backup.”
After sighing, the detective reluctantly responded, “On my way.” He then got out of bed (while his wife was clearly still asleep) and headed over to the closet. Despite the room being almost pitch black, he managed to fetch the right clothes out. And despite moving the loud hangers around, the sound of them never woke up his wife; she was dead asleep. It took him no more than 47 minutes to get dressed and walk over to his car. After a half-hour drive, the detective exited his car and immediately approached the hotel. It was 6 O’Clock by the time he made it and there were already police surrounding the building; the bright red lights gave them away. After entering said building, he walked as quickly as humanly possible.
Thankfully, the crime scene was nowhere inside the building itself. Instead, it was outside.
After stepping outside, the detective met right up with the fellow police officers. The latter were standing right beside the swimming pool. “What’ve we got?” the detective loudly asked them.
“Female,” one of the fellow officers specified, “possibly in her late teens.”
Upon looking down at the pool, the detective immediately noticed the lifeless body of the young female. It was floating right in the middle of the surface. And due to how dim it was outside, it was hard to tell if she was wearing anything or not. “Somebody needs to pull her out,” the detective insisted.
“We already told the paramedics,” one of the fellow police officers responded, “they’re on their way.”
‘They should’ve arrived before I did,’ the detective thought to himself.
