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Room three thirteen. ... The Blackwood Hotel. Portland, Oregon. February fourteenth. ... It was Valentine's Day morning. A hotel maid walked down the hallway... slid her keycard into the lock... and pushed the door open. ... The room was empty. But not the kind of empty where someone just stepped out. No. This was different. — The bed was made. Perfectly made. Hospital corners. Crisp white sheets. Not a single wrinkle. Like someone had taken their time... to make it look like no