The Flatmate

Always trust your very basic instincts or prepare for the consequences. . . It was surreal returning to work after a five-month enforced sabbatical following the suspicious death of my best friend Livvy at a work event. I was grateful for the time away to grieve and had slotted straight back in work But a surprise awaited my return. Amanda Dowd, Livvy's replacement, was firmly entrenched as my new flatmate in the company apartment. Something didn't feel right, I felt on edge. But everyone seemed to love Amanda. Even my ex-Jayden was blinded by her outgoing personality and model looks. Yet her desperation to become friends felt unnatural. When I began to receive calls, photos and presents supposedly from Livvy, I became spooked. . . someone was targeting me, watching me. With my job, home and life on the line, I had to find out who was doing this to me. I knew I hadn't caused Livvy's death; I still believed it was no accident. Someone else was guilty and I had to find out who before I was next. . .