Second

"It's a long story. It might even be a ten-dollar story." He reached over and took the five-dollar bill from Martha. "A dead man was found in the hotel's parking garage a year ago. It was August of 2001 on a Monday night." He grinned at the two women. "It was just after this same writer's convention closed. The convention opened just like this one on a Thursday and closed on Monday at one o'clock. The victim has never been identified. At least that's what the police lieutenant said. So they are showing a picture of the dead guy to everyone. Most of the writers in this hotel come to this convention every year. Maybe the lieutenant thinks one of you guys killed him."

"Us! What are you taking about?" Martha walked to the window and looked at the street ten floors below. "We weren't even here last year. This is our first year. What else happened last year?"