Morning light made the hotel look warm and harmless. Sun touched the white walls, and the gulls screamed above the water. The harbor smelled of coffee from the café across the street. Wilson decided to watch the hotel routine before asking new questions. He saw the cleaner push her cart along the corridor and stop near each door. He saw the cook bring bread boxes to the breakfast room. He saw guests leave with beach bags and sunglasses. Wilson met the cleaner, Ana, near the stairs. Ana was in her forties, with strong arms and kind eyes. “I didn’t enter 204 after lunch,” Ana said, when Wilson asked. “I remember because the sign ‘Do Not Disturb’ was on the handle in the afternoon. I clean carefully. I don’t want problems.” Luca joined them and led Wilson to the small office…