“What about your roommate? Did they take anything from her?” Her “no” was the sharpest one she’d ever given me. I held my breath. “Where is she?” She did it. She scratched at her cheek. If I hadn’t known her as well as I had once upon a time, I wouldn’t have known that was her tell when she was full of BS. But she sounded pretty freaking convincing as she said, “She’s out. She’ll be back in a little while. She had to work tonight.” Work? At midnight? With a place like this, she wasn’t exactly a waitress.
Roommate a criminal or sum?
