“Someone must have sabotaged them.”
“Exactly, but sabotaged by whom? The owner is dead, so it’s not for insurance.”
“How do you know?” Blake looked pensive.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, whoever did this might stand to inherit the insurance money, right?”
“Okay, so, what’s next?”
* * * *
After the interviews, they met back at their hotel. Miles had stripped to a T-shirt and sweatpants. He hunched over his laptop on his bed while Blake took the place at the desk next to the window. The room was a basic hotel room, with beds and lamps and a dresser, but it was enough for them. They were here to work and all they needed was a place to sleep and shower.