A classmate from grade school, who happened to live in the same apartment complex

“His name is Victor Gordon. He was in the same class as us in middle school. I think we went to different high schools, but we just recently found out he lived in the same apartment complex,” I told the officer.

“Did you know if he had any reason to kill your roommate? Or to kill you, for that matter?” the officer asked.

{ shook my head. “I don't know of any reason,” I told him. I did not recall any bad blood between us in the past. All I could think of was Raymond having teased him, but not in excess. I did not tell the officer of this thought.

The officer then tells me it isn't safe to go back home, as my apartment is now an active crime scene. He recommends that I stay the night at a motel or a friend's house until they can determine it's safe for me to return to my home. I guess they still have to catch the guy, since he ran away after I left the area. Since he did see me get into my car, the officer recommends they store the car, to prevent the suspect from looking for it.

Since I didn't have any friends I could call last minute, the officer drove me to the nearest motel, where I would check-in for a few days, hoping everything settles before I checkout. I took a shower and cleaned myself up, but having not taken any clothes from my apartment, I settled to just sleep in my boxers, since it is the driest garment on my person. I made a plan for the next day to buy some clothes and some snacks while I wait for updates.

The next day I went out to purchase some clothes and food, but I also dropped by the nearest X-Change clinic. I had no interest in taking the single pill that I had in my possession, but for some reason, I felt like I needed more than one. I justified to myself that it's for emergencies, but my doubts wondered what kind of emergency necessitated the taking of a gender-swapping pill.

I returned to the motel room and immediately received a phone call from the police. They updated me that they apprehended the suspect, Mr. Gordon, along with damning evidence that was almost thrown into the trash. They asked me if I could testify in a future trial, since I was one of two witnesses at the scene. I told them I would do it.

I could not return to the apartment just yet, as they were still conducting investigations there. I stayed at the motel for much of the day, only going out to buy takeout for lunch and dinner.

The next day, which is today, I am rudely awaken by a phone call from the police station warning me that the suspect, Victor, had escaped, and on his path out of custody, wounded an officer, who is in critical condition. They tell me to stay where I am, as the suspect is had gone missing and the police are actively looking for him.

I then get a knock at the door of my motel room and I'm already on the defensive. I go to the door, not planning to answer it, but to solely take a peek at whoever is outside.