hotel paxton, scumington. thursday, scumtober 29th, 2027. circa 8.00am The following morning, the lobby of Hotel Paxton was in quite a ruckus. Skygazer arrived around the 8am mark, somewhat weary from her late night visit to DrDolittle. After finding the doctor's goosified corpse, realistically clearing him of any involvement in the MagikHorse murder, Sky had returned to her apartment, obsessing over case notes, completely unable to sleep. She had left the body in its room, calling the emergency number under the guise of hotel staff. She'd fix the paperwork later. Her cover was too deep to risk blowing.
It didn't seem that the doctor's death was the cause for the morning's chaos, though. There were concerned whispers amongst the staff for sure, but they sounded closer to speculative and concerned. Not shocked and appalled.
Keeping a careful eye out for anyone approaching, Sky approached a stressed-looking concierge, sitting alone in the corner of the room.
"I heard the news," Sky lied, as smoothly as possible. "How are you holding up?"
The concierge swallowed, looking up at her with wide eyes.
"I just... I don't know what to think. Mr. Paxton never takes ill, and when he does he normally just worked through it. Rachel says that when she tried to talk to him this morning he... made a honking noise? Doesn't that sound like that art gallery guy's death from the paper?" the concierge burst out, scarcely stopping to breathe.
"Mr. Paxton--you mean GuiltyLion?" Sky replied, too shocked to keep up appearances.
"Of course," the concierge replied. "What rumour had you heard?"
Sky excused herself, too thrown by the news to continue the conversation.
She couldn't believe it. She knew at that moment: