I rode the brass elevator up to the fourth floor with Vanessa.

We walked down the quiet carpeted hallway together.

I could hear the hum of the ice machine all the way from the stairwell.

The old historic walls were much thinner than they looked.

I stopped in front of suite four twelve.

I pulled the heavy brass room key from my purse and unlocked the door.

The main room was spotless.

The white garment bag hung from a tall brass hook on the closet door.