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partner elbowed him but he added, “What’s more interesting is they added, ‘It takes one to know one’.”
    Hannah didn’t know what kind of reaction they wanted.  If they wanted her to gasp and faint right in the doorway they were going to be disappointed.  If they wanted her to get angry or sad or who knew what else, they were also going to be disappointed.  Hannah was at a loss for reaction so she merely tilted her head.
    “I’m not sure I understand what that means, officer,” she replied.  “He hurt someone?  And they know what?”
    “You,” the tall one said.  His lips were pressed hard together.
    “I suppose.  But I'm not going to kill him over a stolen wallet.”  She tried to laugh but it came out strangled.
    “You did before though,” the small one stated.  There was no refuting that.  Hannah narrowed her eyes on the officers, the light in the hallway beginning to feel like a dim spotlight.  They were fishing for something, for any kind of evidence that she had done this.
    “If I killed him why would I leave a note saying he wouldn’t hurt me again?” Hannah asked.
    “So you think the note’s about you?” the woman asked back.  A smile tugged at her lips as if she had won some kind of battle.
    “No,” Hannah replied instantly, making the smile fall away.  “But you clearly do.”
    “We’re just following all our leads,” the tall one stated.
    “Well I suggest you follow them elsewhere.”  Hannah kept her sneer under control but it came out in her next action.  It was a bold and most likely stupid move, Hannah knew, but she slammed the door in their face.  They had no evidence that she had killed Bart, and it wasn’t only her wallet found with his body.  They went straight to her because of Belleveau.  She was beginning to curse that name more and more, even though she had caused his grisly end.
     
    After Hannah bought another cell phone to replace the replacement she thought she should see Mariana.  She’d been dodging Mariana for a few days in hopes of avoiding a full out strike at the hotel, and figured it had been long enough.  The odd part was Mariana wasn’t picking up.
    It’s the new number, Hannah thought.  She sent Mariana a quick text and then tried calling again a few minutes later, but again to no avail.  Thinking of her parents, Hannah thought a surprise visit might be best.
    Hannah stared at the Lux Hotel for a moment before she could step inside.  It’s old brick exterior was crumbling in some parts, but people always said that added to the appeal.  Hannah didn’t see any appeal in staying somewhere that looked like it might collapse—being fired might have been a blessing.  As she approached the revolving glass doors she caught a glimpse of her bruised face, and became certain that being fired was a blessing.  She touched her nose and felt it sting, wishing Bart had just punched her in the gut instead.  At least that would make it feel like people weren’t staring so much…although Hannah knew her face wasn’t the reason people were staring.
    There was an unusual hush in the Lux that evening.  There were no guests anywhere in the dusky golden lobby, and only two girls at the front desk.  One of them was Mariana, and Hannah told herself that was why Mariana wasn’t answering the phone.  As Hannah walked up she caught Mariana’s eye and was on the receiving end of a falling professional smile.  Mariana turned white, eyes unblinking as she watched Hannah approach.
    “You aren’t answering the phone,” Hannah said quietly.  The other girl, Alexa, shuffled down the desk to get away; her attempt to look busy was laughable at best, and Hannah did what she normally did; Hannah ignored her, focusing unblinking eyes on Mariana.  Mariana never did well under just the right amount of pressure.
    “I’m at work,” Mariana predictably replied.  She pretended to click on the computer mouse, darting her eyes between Hannah and the