Dinner was a rather muted affair. You all fear the grim desert that seems to becoming part of the ritual of hotel life.
With varying levels of trepidation, you head to the bar. Some wag has tied a bed sheet into a noose, hanging from the rafters.
The bartender ushers you all in & hands round a tray of drinks.
“I think this might be helpful, but it’s all you’re getting”.
At first, everyone starts accusing Muttly.
“You were really hounding that Baron fellow. You may not have killed him yourself, but you may as well have....”
Muttly is forced to defend himself, pulling out an ID badge.
I am Head of Security for Everyoung. Mr Barnes was one of my dearest friends.
I view it as a personal disgrace that all this has happened on my watch & come hell or high water,I WILL find out who murdered him.”
“Well, do you have any leads?”
“Just one thing solid….” Muttly points at Vitek; “I believe you didn’t do it. You just don’t have it in you. No offence…”
“None taken” is the reply. “I think that’s a good thing!”
Compared to the previous 2 evenings, the accusations & protestations are much less rabid.
The baying mob mentality has given way to what feels almost like some perverted form of board meeting, with everyone desperate to protect their department from the inevitable budget cuts….
Finally, the pressure starts to build on Pazzer.
“It wasn’t me, I’m just the cleaner!”
“You mean you ‘clean up’ those who get too close to your trail…”
Joesapphire pins him with a hard stare.
“I KNOW you are lying.”
But there is no explanation of HOW he knows…
Pazzer seems resigned to his fate & his defense goes quiet.
Robbeasy steps up.
“Well, are we going to do this, or not?”
Pazzer almost seems relieved to be escaping the ongoing nightmare.
It turns out that that bed sheet is not merely a gruesome joke, but has a use after all….
Pazzer has been lynched.
He was Giorgio Bassanni, Hotel Cleaner (Mafia Encryptor).
Night has now fallen.
No more posting please until Dawn.
Night actions due by 7pm 6th Feb.