I'm Roommates with a Killer

II

I put my boxes in the back seats of the truck. Milly has taken a day off from work today and she has no lectures to attend to, so she's helping me move. My new house is five minutes from the Doubleday publishing department which is so much better than I could have hoped for. Milly put in the directions to 106 Central Park South in the GPS and we head off. We get there in 45 minutes due to the rush hour traffic and the building is luxurious. Milly helps me carry all my boxes in the building and my jaw drops as I take in the view. We walk over to the elevator and the doorman presses the button. The elevator dings and Milly and I step in. I locate the button for the 29th floor and we go up.

"Honestly Mil, where the actual hell did you find this place?"

"Uh, I was just looking and I came across it."

"This place is amazing, oh my gosh. And they have doormen, Milly, frickin doormen! I thought they were magical beings like fairies or elves."

Milly bursts out laughing and the elevator stops at floor number 29. Immediately, we see a door with the letters 'AB' on the outside. This is it. I knock three times and the door swings open.

"So glad you could make it Riley."

My eyes widen. I hide my head behind the boxes and my head creaks to the side, looking at Milly. She blinks at me in obvious confusion. "What?"

"How come you never told me?" I whisper-yell, my hands nearly slipping and dropping the boxes on my feet.

"I thought you knew," Milly whisper-yelled back.

"If I had known that Oliver was the resident I would have been freaking out, you didn't notice that?"

"Oh yeah, I did find that a bit strange, but you never let me finish."

"Look, I can't move in here."

"Why not?"

"I just- I can't."

"Chill out Rye. I know you two don't get along very well but it's not like you're not gonna die." She steps forward into the foyer. I take a deep breath and walk in. Oliver is leaning on the doorframe, obviously amused. I put my boxes down and take a seat on the small bench in the center of the room. I must admit, this place must have cost a fortune. The pay from being an author is good but it's certainly not this good.

"So, Oliver. How much was this place?" Milly asks right on cue. He walks out from the entrance and closes the door.

"I'm not sure, It was my parent's condo. Although, now I think it would be worth at least twenty-five mil."

I choked. There's no way that I could be living in a $25m condo for $500 a month.

"That's crazy, what did your parents do for a living?" She asked

"My mother was an anaesthesiologist and my father owned a high class restaurant but they were both born into money." His expression dims and his jaw tightens. Something tells me he doesn't want to talk about this stuff.

"Hey Milly, don't you have a date with Bryson today?" I questioned.

"Oh crap, yeah, thanks for reminding me. I'll come for the tour later. See you!"

I hug Milly and she makes her exit. Once I am sure she left, I turn around to face Oliver. "Don't think that I had forgotten about what happened the other day."

"I know, I'm sorry. I never intended for you to see that."

"And that makes it okay? You killed someone, Oliver! What on earth made you think that murdering a human being is all right?"

"Keep it down"

"Or what?" I push, "or else you're going to kill me?"

"No," he takes a slow step forward.