Gatsby Hotel, 1:22 P.M
Daniel and David were in separate hotel rooms. David came over to Daniel’s room.
“Hey.” David said with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. “We got the time of death now.”
“When did it happen.”
“Early, real early. Like 5:00 A.M.”
“Like? So, they were only able to give an approximation?”
“Yeah. But at least we can check with hotel security now.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
David and Daniel began their journey down the stairs and into the room where there were security guards watching the cameras.
“Good evening gentlemen.” Daniel said.
“Good evening?” One guard said to the other with a tone of confusion.
“Don’t mind him, he’s still on Everleason time, right buddy?” David said hitting Dan in the back.
“Yeah. My apologies.”
“So, how’d you get access to this room?” The guard sitting on the right side of the room inquired. He wasn’t the same person who said, ‘good evening?’