Silent Witness

The man on the bed lay motionless, his headphones still on. Detective Sarah took a step closer and examined the room. It was clean and well-kept, but there was a sense of emptiness to it. She looked at the man's face and saw that he was in his late thirties, with short brown hair and a small scar above his left eyebrow. She wondered who he was and what had happened to him.

The room was on the fifth floor of a hotel in the heart of the city. It was a busy area, with people coming and going all day and night. The hotel staff had found the man earlier that morning, when they went to clean the room. They had immediately called the police, and Detective Sarah and her partner had arrived on the scene within minutes.

She walked around the room, looking for any clues that might help her solve the case. She checked the windows and the door, but they were all locked from the inside. She looked at the man's pockets and found nothing but a few coins and a keycard to the hotel. She checked his phone, but it was locked and there was no sign of forced entry.

She turned to her partner, Detective Mark, and said, "This doesn't make sense. How did someone get in here and kill him without leaving any traces?"

Mark nodded. "I know. But we have to keep looking. There must be something we're missing."

Sarah nodded and continued her search. She looked under the bed and found a small black box. She opened it and saw that it contained a memory card. She took it out and put it in her phone. She saw that it was a video recording of the man on the bed. He was talking to someone on the phone, and he seemed agitated.

"I told you not to call me here," he said. "I don't want anyone to know where I am."

The voice on the other end replied, "I'm sorry, but I had no choice. They're onto me, and I need your help."

The man on the bed sighed. "Fine. What do you need me to do?"

The voice gave him some instructions, and the man on the bed nodded. "Okay, I'll do it. But you have to promise me that this is the last time."

The video ended, and Sarah looked at Mark. "We need to find out who he was talking to and what they wanted him to do."

Mark nodded. "I'll get on it right away."

As Mark left the room, Sarah sat down on the bed and looked at the man's face again. She wondered who he was and what had led him to this room. She looked at his hands and saw that they were clenched tightly. She wondered what he had been holding onto so tightly.

Suddenly, she heard a noise outside the door. She stood up and drew her gun. She silently moved towards the door and listened. She heard footsteps coming closer and closer. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for whatever was on the other side.

The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall and muscular, with a shaved head and a scar above his right eye. He was wearing a black suit and had a gun in his hand.

Sarah pointed her gun at him. "Put your hands up and drop the gun."

The man hesitated for a moment, then raised his hands and dropped the gun. "Okay, okay. I surrender."

Sarah walked towards him and handcuffed him. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man looked at her and smiled. "I'm the one who killed him. And now, I'm going to kill you too."

He lunged at her, but Sarah was prepared. She dodged his attack and punched him in the face. He stumbled backwards, but quickly regained his balance. He reached for his gun, but Sarah was faster. She shot him in the chest, and he fell to the ground.

Sarah walked over to him and checked his pulse. He was dead. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the room. She wondered who he was and who had sent him to kill the man on the bed.

As she left the room, she knew that she still had a long way to go before she could solve the case. But she was determined to find out who was behind it all, and bring them to justice.