I sat in the lobby of The Silent Peacock Hotel as the rain poured down outside. Guests usually came and went despite the weather, some trying to shield themselves from the damp with newspapers held overhead. But now the hotel was closed, and here I sat. It was the stories in that same newspaper that led me here, on yet another case to discover why people had gone missing. The key in my hand may have been shiny, but the outcome of investigations like these were rarely bright.
