Full disclosure: The only time I've been in Boise (where Murder in the Grove is held) in recent memory was when I was on tour for Learning to Fly. I stayed at a Best Western next to the airport. It seemed like a safe choice. While I was waiting to see if there was a room available, because it was only 11 in the morning, a housekeeper bustled in. "You'll never believe who's in Room 119!" she said to the counter girl. "The voo doo guy! I thought we banned him!" I was enthralled. Then the aircondioner I was sitting next to kicked in, and all I could make out were the words "blood" and "carpet."
Luckily my room was a long way from Room 119.