Chapter 9
I followed the girl into her apartment. She hadn’t been kidding about her roommate. The place looked like it had been tossed by burglars. A coatrack by the door was mostly empty, boasting only a couple jackets and a pair of swim shorts, while sweatshirts and towels lay strewn about on the floor below, looking forlorn. Sneakers were piled up in a corner beside a couple pairs of ballet flats. It seemed like far too much debris to have come from just one lone male.
“How many roommates did you say you have?” I asked as I walked past her into the living room.
“Just one,” she grumbled through a mouth full of crust, closing the door behind me.
“Reenah, is that you?” A voice was muffled, coming from another room. “Did you find it?”
“Yep, got it.”
“Great!” The male voice got louder
