The opulent suite of Victor Langston at the Blue Heron Hotel and Casino, now sealed off by police tape. The room is dimly lit, filled with remnants of luxury—plush furniture, a bar stocked with expensive liquor, and the distant sound of revelry from the casino floor. You, the detective, stand in front of Tomás Rodrigo, the night shift security guard, who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking anxious yet composed. "It’s not every day you find a body in a hotel."
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