Gay Chapter 30
When we got out of the elevator on the fifth floor, the corridor was more of an avenue, very wide and well-decorated. “Are all hotel corridors like this?” I asked. “It seems very plush.” “No,” replied Joanna. “This is far better than I’d expect for a prom package.” Our room was the first in the corridor. “Uh oh,” I warned, as I inserted the room key-card. “Murder central.” “Isn’t that the room next to the stairwell?” asked Joanna as the door clicked open. I was impressed that she knew a...