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The Perfect Roommate by Minka Kent Read Online (FREE)

She’s talking to someone.

“We haven’t even buried him yet and already you’re asking about this?” Her words are rushed, pointed. Her shadow momentarily obstructs the pale TV light at the bottom of the door before moving on. From the sound of her footsteps, she’s pacing the room. “You know exactly what we agreed on. Don’t call me again. Not until I say you can.”

I’m frozen, wondering if I’m sleepwalking, dreaming. Wondering if everything I just heard was a product of an exhausted, overtaxed imagination.

Creeping back to my room, I bury myself under the covers, trying to make sense of Elisabeth’s words. By the time the sun comes up, I surrender to the fact that I can’t explain any of that away.

Someone called her, wanting something. Something they could only get if Reed was dead. And she told them not to call her again until she said they could. The only logical explanation? Money. Life insurance. Inheritance. Something along those lines.

Maybe Elisabeth knew about his affair? Maybe she wanted retribution and to be set for life and this was the only way? It would make sense, especially with the baby. Everything would go to the two of them, guaranteed. And anything Reed would’ve inherited from his loaded Aunt Char would go to the baby eventually as well.

Sitting up in my bed, I drag my hands down my face and exhale. This is bad. This is really fucking bad.

I’m going to have to talk to Lauren, I’m going to have to extend an olive branch, and we’re going to have to stop accusing each other long enough to get justice for Reed Bristowe, philandering asshole that he was.

And this is the only way we’ll be able to clear our names.



“You told them I was crazy,” I say to Lauren later that Monday morning.

We decided to meet on campus, someplace neutral. She chose the park bench outside Griffin Hall, which is the farthest point from the English department. This area is dead since Griffin is under renovation, and while there’s a student body of almost twenty thousand roaming around, out here, it’s just us.

“I didn’t make you sound crazy, I just told them what I knew, what I’d witnessed. They inferred the rest,” she says. “You told them Thayer killed Reed.”

“How did you know I had a gun?” I ask.

“Please.” Lauren rolls her swollen eyes. She hasn’t stopped crying over him, probably in days. “You went through my shit all the time. I can’t count how many times I found things moved, products dwindling quicker than I could use them.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Still. I know you were in my room. The only reason I went into yours was because I couldn’t find something and I thought maybe you’d taken it,” she says. “Then I found your gun.”

“It isn’t mine actually. It belongs to my mom’s boyfriend. I was going to get rid of it,” I say. “I forgot it was there, honestly.”