<strong>At the Clearwater Hotel</strong><br/>Edwin, Allison, and Roger approach the Clearwater Hotel.  Though a new building, it radiates the charm and elegance of a hotel several times its age.  The two-story building is built in two long wings overlooking a sheer mountain cliff.  The top floor rooms all have balconies with sliding glass doors; the west wing houses an elegant restaurant.<br/><br/>The main entrance to the hotel is across a large, open porch and through an oversized set of wooden doors.  Inside is a high-ceilinged lobby, marble floors reflecting the chandelier above.  A long oak reception desk runs the length of the room, and there is a single hotel clerk in a sharp blue suit at the desk.<br/><br/>An ornate staircase sweeps upward from the lobby, leading to the second floor, where, thanks to convenient and prominent signs, you learn lead to guest rooms on the north wing.  The first floor of rooms is accessible by a wide hallways which leads off from the lobby.  On the side opposite the guest room hallway is an entrance to the Valley View, the hotel's restaurant and bar.<br/><br/><strong>Towards the Police Station</strong><br/>Blake and Taylor make make the quarter mile trip to the lit municipal building in good time, and with good timing, because just as they reach what they identify more exactly as a Sheriff's Office, a man emerges from the building, dressed in the dull brown uniform of an office.  He seems surprised to see anyone out and about, and guiltily takes the cigarette he'd been about to sneak out of his mouth and into his breast pocket.<br/><br/>The deputy is in his mid-30s, but tries to look younger, with a trendy haircut and goatee that doesn't really suit him.  He's a mountain man, born and bred, which you can hear plainly in his voice when he speaks.  "Evenin' folks.  Didn't expect to see anyone out and about in this weather, or at the hour, neither.  Help you with something?"