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Room 313. Blackwood Hotel. Portland, Oregon. February fourteenth. Valentine's Day. A hotel maid walks down the hallway. Her footsteps echo on the carpet. She reaches the door... slides her keycard into the lock. Beep... The green light flashes. She pushes the door open. And freezes. The room is empty. But not the kind of empty where someone stepped out for coffee. No... This is something else. The bed... is made. Perfectly made. Hospital corners. Crisp white shee