“Good grief!” she said to her colleague. “When you see a room like this, you’ve got to wonder what they’re cleaning up after?”
The sheets were stripped and folded. The bin had been wiped down and had a fresh bag in it and the towels appeared to be unused. The place stank of bleach and every surface shone.
“Who stayed in this suite last night? It’s like a murder’s happened and it’s been wiped of fingerprints.”
“Bloke with a prostitute most likely.”
“Oh, well. Day off for us. Put the kettle on, girl.”