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Room 313. The Blackwood Hotel, Portland, Oregon. February fourteenth... Valentine's Day. A hotel maid walks down the hallway, slides her keycard into the lock. Beep... the green light flashes. She pushes the door open. And the room is empty. But not the kind of empty where someone stepped out for coffee. No... this is something else entirely. The bed is made... perfectly made. Hospital corners, crisp white sheets, not a single wrinkle. Like someone spent time making sure it lo