The hotel was majestic.
Built in 1910 to honor the legendary Civil War general, he felt kind of foolish that this was the first time he had ever seen the place.
But he was not here as a guest.
Nor was he here as a tourist.
No, he was here to murder someone.
And he knew exactly who that person was.
Most of the city knew this man well.
And in a few short hours he would be dead.
And then this nightmare would finally be over.