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The Perfect Roommate by Minka Kent Read Online (FREE)

“Of course …” she starts to say something else, but I hang up before she can coerce my contact information. Besides, I don’t think I could speak if I tried. With my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, I breathe in and breathe out, trying to understand what this means.

Lauren subleased the apartment through July.

Her parents never owned it.

All of this was a lie.

But … why?

 

Thirty-Five

I’m elbow deep in oven mitts, attempting to drain the pasta I’ve boiled for Elisabeth’s dinner tonight, when my phone skids across the counter, a local number flashing across the screen.

Leaving the steaming pasta in the colander, I yank off a mitt and answer by the fourth ring. “Hello?”

“Meadow Cupples, this is Lee Caldwell, Monarch Falls police,” he says. “Was wondering if you had some time tonight to come in and talk?”

Finally.

They’re taking me seriously.

“Of course,” I say, pacing the Bristowe kitchen. Elisabeth is upstairs in bed, where she’s been spending most of her time this week. I ran to the library yesterday, checking out dozens of books for her because all she does anymore is watch TV. Though I’m not entirely sure she’s actually watching it—I think she likes the sound. Makes her feel like she’s not alone. “Give me a half hour?”

 

Caldwell isn’t at all what I expected. He’s younger, maybe mid to late twenties? Full head of blond hair that he wears long enough that he can tuck it behind his ears and it curls on the ends. Baseball player build. Disarming mannerisms. He takes his time, speaks slowly, and dedicates his full attention to everything I say or do.

He’s a thinker. Like me. I can tell.

Lee Caldwell is no dummy.

“Appreciate you coming in today, Meadow.” He sits across from me, elbows on the table, hunched forward. It’s like we’re just a couple of pals.

“Of course. Anything I can do to help,” I say. “Elisabeth Bristowe is a very close friend of mine. I’m just heartbroken for her.”

Pushing a hard breath through his nose, he covers his mouth with his hands. “Mm hm.”

“Ask me anything. I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.”

Lee nods. “We’ve got a lot to cover tonight.”

Good. He’s thorough. I like that.

“I’d like to start with Lauren Wiedenfeld,” he says, tapping his pen cap on the table. “So she’s your roommate.”

“Yes. Was. I moved out recently.”

“And how long have you known her?” he asks.

“Since February twelfth,” I say.

“And how did you meet?”

“She posted an ad on the Tiger Paw Campus Portal looking for a roommate. I was looking for a place to stay. We met up and hit it off.” These questions are redundant. I went over these details days ago with Rhonda, but I’m sure he’s looking for inconsistencies. That’s what they do. They look for little holes in your story and that’s where they know to start digging.