When Lynch pushed open the door, everyone in the room stood up.
"This is one of the most famous authors on the West Coast..."
Penny's broker had already rushed over. She didn't fly here but had arrived on the West Coast a few days ago, waiting for news after the cruise ship incident.
Fortunately, Penny returned safely, but after coming back, she locked herself in the bathroom for a long time, seemingly not in great mental shape.
Which is understandable; being confined in a cramped space for two days, and it's not winter now, Penny blocked the airflow, making her place hotter than elsewhere.
Not to mention, right below the ventilation was the murder scene. A corpse gradually dried out from fresh in front of her, and that terrifying scene would appear as soon as she closed her eyes.
She needed rest, a good rest.
Lynch looked at a gentleman by the sofa.
He wore a hat that artists and writers alike favored, a bit loose, atop which there was a button.
