The rain pattered against the window panes as Detective Reeves strode into the dingy motel room. The musty smell assaulted his nostrils. In the center of the floor lay a body, limbs splayed unnaturally. Reeves crouched down for a closer look. A single gunshot wound pierced the man's chest. Reeves stood up and surveyed the scene with a critical eye. The room was small and sparsely furnished. A cheap wooden desk held a stack of papers. A suitcase sat open on the floor, partially unpacked. Reeves walked over to the papers, picking them up carefully. They were bank records in the man's name, detailing large deposits and withdrawals in recent weeks. Reeves frowned thoughtfully. What secrets did this dead man harbor? The mystery had only begun. With a sigh, Reeves reached for the phone to call for backup and the coroner. It would be a long night. <|end_of_text|> ```