The Flatmate

THE FLATMATE GEMMA ROGERS For Lucy CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Epilogue Acknowledgments More from Gemma Rogers About the Author The Murder List About Boldwood Books PROLOGUE LIVVY The club is loud and sweltering. Condensation drips from the ceiling, mixed with spilt alcohol, leaving an oily film on the dance floor. Bass from the speakers reverberates through my entire body, making my organs throb in rhythm to the beat. My fingers and toes pulse, tiny little shocks quivering as I sway in time with the music. Lifting my arms in the air, I close my eyes, music flooding my system, enjoying the sensation of my 1 As soon as the wheels touched the tarmac, my lungs constricted. An iron-clad grip squeezed until all I could focus on was my breathing. I was back on English soil, autumn in full swing, but there was no comfort. Everything I’d been running from the past five months – the pain, guilt and grief – came flooding back and in a split second it was like I’d never left. I’d exited one nightmare into another. ‘Come on,