Morgan left the hospital heading toward Lt Hart’s hotel and the one where she was found. She would visit the night club as well. Someone had to have seen something, and she was going to find out who saw it, who they saw, what they saw, and when they saw it. And anything else she could get out of them.

Entering the lobby of Hart’s hotel she walked to the lobby desk. “Excuse me,” she smiled at the woman behind the counter. “I’m with the Sentinel, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.” She showed the woman a picture of Lt Hart. “Do you remember anything about this woman?”

Lt Tracey Morgan, sec