When he nods, I don’t know that I do the same in response. He then proceeds to open the door and disappears inside. That only confirms something to me, so I call Shawna again.

“Yeah, it’s me again, babe. You know how masquerade events like this one are the playground of serial killers?”

Shawna groans. ‘Do you need sleep inducement, Nectar?’

I shrug that off. “Anyways, the guy opposite my room, my serial killer suspect, turns out he actually is one.”

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