Leaving Dutch’s office, Rico had been left with more questions than answers. Namely, he needed to know how Albert Coltrane tied into everything. He was afraid he already knew the answer, but he was meticulous, and wanted to be sure. Before leaving, he had made sure Dutch passed word down to the security office to give him access to the records from the day of the murder.

When he entered the security office, it was quietly buzzing with conversation, which stopped the moment he walked through the door. One of the security personnel led him to a back room where all the records were kept. Rico waited patiently to one side while the man cycled through the files stored on the main hard drive.

“If there’s anything else you need from us, Detective, just call out. Mr. Herrington left strict instructions that we’re to help you with whatever you need,” the man said, before exiting the room.

Rico waited until the door had clicked shut before sitting himself down at the computer and opening the files from the night of the murder. Before he did anything else, he shifted the video forward to confirm what Jett had told him. It took a few cycles, but after several minutes of skimming through the video, he confirmed Jett’s story.

“Now, how do you enter a room twice, while only exiting it once?” Rico asked aloud, tapping the desk he sat before.

His mind drifted to Jett’s angry face before he’d stormed out of Rico’s room. So far, everything Jett had told him was adding up. The idea didn’t do much to assuage the guilt which had sat at the back of Rico’s mind since he’d left his room. It had been hard enough to force himself to remain objective and possibly suspicious of Jett throughout the investigation. As he dug deeper, it was becoming even harder.

Rico shook himself, forcing his attention back to the screen before him. He shifted the video back to the beginning of the day, watching Oliver leave his room the morning of the day of the murder. The only activity afterward was the bizarre first and then second entry of Oliver into his room.

With a grunt of frustration, Rico pushed away from the desk, staring at it in annoyance. He thought of the picture of Albert Coltrane side-by-side with Oliver Trentwood’s on the screen in Dutch’s office. Was it possible Jett wasn’t the only one with a double? Could someone have learned about Jett’s trick and decided to take inspiration from it?

“But why?” Rico asked the room.

The why wasn’t necessarily his problem, but it helped to think about it. If he could figure out why, he might be able to figure out the other pieces of the puzzle. It was possible that the body they had cooling in the morgue was Albert Coltrane’s. Even if it was, it still left him with a man who had been murdered and no murderer to be found.

“You know who would have killed him,” Rico chided himself.

Jett’s words about not looking at things in the right way lit up in his mind. Rico frowned at the computer screen, mouth twisting in thought as he leaned forward. It took him a moment, but he found the list of the feeds for the other cameras. Another search and he discovered the feed for the lobby. Perhaps if he could trace Oliver’s footsteps through the hotel after he’d left, he might be able to discover a new clue.

To his annoyance, he never saw Oliver emerge from the main lobby’s elevator. The feed continued long after Oliver should have shown up on camera, without a single glimpse of the man. With a sigh, Rico cycled through the list of camera feeds and found the one for the elevator Oliver had used. From the beginning, he moved the time to when Oliver entered the elevator and watched him.

Oliver Trentwood appeared to be at ease as he stepped onto the elevator on the 83^rd floor, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket before pressing a button. Rico squinted at the screen, trying to see what button he had pushed but the angle was wrong. He sat through the rest of the video as Oliver stood, waiting patiently, without fidgeting in the slightest. The doors opened a few times, letting other guests into the elevator. No one in the elevator paid the man any mind, but Rico kept his attention on Trentwood.

When the elevator doors opened the fourth time, Oliver shifted, stepping out onto the floor. Rico jabbed the mouse button, freezing the video and looking up at the top of the elevator where the floor number was listed.

“Well, that would be why I didn’t see him get off in the lobby,” Rico said grimly.

The display read 2.