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Chapter 22

Author: LONNIE LEE

2025-07-22 15:14:37

The Signature That Wasn’t

The morning fog clung stubbornly to the pine-covered hills surrounding the Blackwood Grand Hotel. Inside, Ethan sat hunched in the hotel’s library, an old leather armchair creaking under him as he scanned Langley’s decoded diary for the hundredth time. His laptop was open on the ornate wooden desk before him, a forensic analyst’s email glowing faintly in the dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows.

Natalie stood by the bookcase, arms crossed. "Is it confirmed?"

Ethan nodded grimly. "It’s not his signature."

He turned the screen toward her. The email from Claire Rennard, a veteran forensic document examiner at the state crime lab, was concise but damning:

"The suicide note found near the deceased, Victor Langley, was not signed by his hand. The strokes are inconsistent with known samples, and pressure analysis shows hesitation typically associated with forgery. This was not a suicide—at least not by his volition."

Natalie’s eyes widened. "And Wel

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Chapter 26
Clara’s InheritanceThe late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the grimy windows of the warehouse as Clara Hastings pushed open the creaking door, her footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, and the faint scent of rust and old paper clung to every surface.“This place hasn’t seen life in years,” Clara muttered, pulling her coat tighter. In her hand was a faded letter, the last will and testament of Victor Langley — the man she once married, the man who had been murdered in Room 306.“Clara,” a voice called from the shadows.She startled and turned toward the sound. Ethan stepped out from behind a stack of wooden crates, his face serious but relieved.“You got my message,” Clara said.“I had to come,” Ethan replied. “Langley’s last secret. I have a feeling it’s bigger than anything we imagined.”Clara nodded. “His lawyer sent me this—he left the warehouse to me. Said there were files in here even you weren’t meant to see.”Ethan raised his eyeb
Chapter 25
Blackmail BoxEthan sat at the cluttered desk in his hotel room, the hum of the old air conditioner barely cutting through the silence. Natalie had stepped out to get coffee, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the stack of papers sprawled before him. Suddenly, a soft knock at the door startled him.“Room service?” Ethan called out, standing to open the door.A plain brown package was pushed through the slightly ajar door by the bellhop, Jordan, who looked unusually tense.“Mr. Carter, this was just delivered for you. No return address,” Jordan said quietly.Ethan took the package, his brow furrowing. “Thanks, Jordan. Did anyone see who left it?”Jordan shook his head. “No, sir. Came through the back door, they said.”As Jordan closed the door behind him, Ethan placed the box on the desk and carefully sliced open the tape. Inside was an old wooden box with intricate carvings on the lid and, beneath it, a folded piece of paper.His fingers trembling slightly, Ethan unfolded the not
Chapter 24
A Judge in the PocketThe news came early that morning, carried by the pale rays of dawn and the uneasy silence of the hotel lobby. Ethan Carter sat alone in the corner booth of the Blackwood Grand’s empty dining room, his laptop open to the local news site.“Retired Judge Henry Fallon, 72, killed in a hit-and-run near his home late last night. Authorities have yet to identify the driver. The judge had served over three decades in the county court and retired quietly six months ago.”Natalie approached, two coffees in hand. “I saw the alert.”Ethan looked up, eyes narrowed. “Not just any judge.”She slid into the booth across from him. “You think it’s related?”He nodded. “Fallon was on the bench when Leonard Fisk’s zoning violations were dismissed. When the public corruption charges vanished without trial. He was named in Langley’s diary—twice.”Natalie leaned closer. “That’s not a coincidence.”Ethan closed the laptop and looked around. “I need to get into Fallon’s court files. See
Chapter 23
Surveillance Blind SpotsRain lashed the windows of Room 308 as Ethan Carter hunched over a spread of floorplans, camera schematics, and printed maintenance logs. Natalie sat beside him, laptop open and eyes darting between digital blueprints and a notepad filled with hastily scribbled observations.“Okay,” Ethan muttered, pointing at the third-floor diagram. “These are the camera placements—at least, according to the most recent security documentation.”Natalie leaned in. “There’s one in the east hallway, one facing the elevator, and one outside the stairwell.”“Right. But when we pulled the footage from the night of Langley’s death,” Ethan continued, tapping a section with his pen, “there was nothing from this hallway. Room 306’s hallway.”Natalie frowned. “That’s a blind spot.”“Exactly. But here’s the kicker,” he said, flipping to an older blueprint. “This floorplan from seven years ago shows a camera right here—facing the door of Room 306.”Natalie’s brow furrowed. “So they remov
Chapter 22
The Signature That Wasn’tThe morning fog clung stubbornly to the pine-covered hills surrounding the Blackwood Grand Hotel. Inside, Ethan sat hunched in the hotel’s library, an old leather armchair creaking under him as he scanned Langley’s decoded diary for the hundredth time. His laptop was open on the ornate wooden desk before him, a forensic analyst’s email glowing faintly in the dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows.Natalie stood by the bookcase, arms crossed. "Is it confirmed?"Ethan nodded grimly. "It’s not his signature."He turned the screen toward her. The email from Claire Rennard, a veteran forensic document examiner at the state crime lab, was concise but damning:"The suicide note found near the deceased, Victor Langley, was not signed by his hand. The strokes are inconsistent with known samples, and pressure analysis shows hesitation typically associated with forgery. This was not a suicide—at least not by his volition."Natalie’s eyes widened. "And Wel
Chapter 21
The Coded DiaryIt was nearly 10 p.m. when Ethan and Natalie returned to the Blackwood Grand’s staff lounge, the day’s tension hanging over them like a storm cloud. Rain tapped gently against the windows as thunder rolled through the hills. Natalie clutched the old leather-bound book they’d recovered from Langley’s secret suite behind Room 306—its surface cracked, corners weathered, but the contents still intact.She sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through the diary as Ethan brewed two cups of coffee from the ancient staff machine."It's all symbols," Natalie murmured. "No plain writing. Just columns of odd marks—triangles, slashes, dots, and these... arrows."Ethan handed her a mug. "You said you studied cryptography in college, right?""More of a hobby," she admitted. "My roommate was in cybersecurity. We used to make puzzles for fun. Codes, ciphers... secret notes we’d leave around campus."She glanced up at him. "But this? This is something else."Ethan pulled a chair close

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