The secure line crackles to life. Detective, we have a situation. A body's been found in the penthouse suite of the Meridian Hotel—Victor Ashworth, tech mogul, worth about $2 billion. Security says the room was locked from the inside. No sign of forced entry.
Three people were on the floor at the time of death: his business partner, his personal assistant, and a woman who claims to be a journalist but isn't in any database I can find.
The local precinct is already there, but they're calling it a suicide. Something doesn't add up. Ashworth's company just announced a breakthrough in AI consciousness yesterday. Timing feels wrong.
The elevator opens on the 40th floor. You step out. The hallway smells like expensive cologne and something else—faint, chemical, wrong. Two officers guard the door to Suite 4001.
What do you do, Detective?
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