They didn’t tell me what they saw in Camio’s room… not that they really could, anyway. After all, what do I know of sight? I have never been more grateful in my life that I can’t see than when I heard the officers enter his room. In my fading consciousness, I could hear one of them cuss under his breath, one of them heave the contents of his stomach all over my carpet.
They found remains, they said. Belonging to several different people.
Luckily for me, they also found fingerprints. People in the building were also able to identify that a man named Camio had been living with me. They immediately sent out a warrant for his arrest, but I know they won’t find him. They can’t.
I believe what Camio said. I believe that he let me live because he had grown fond of me – as fond as… whatever he was… is able to. I believe he left fingerprints at the scene on purpose, so the police wouldn’t suspect me.
In a strange way, I guess I’m grateful to him.
But one thing is absolutely certain… I am never having another roommate.