COLE
I am one of the good guys, I have done a couple of evil things I am not proud of, like lied to my friends about my family. Slept with my friend's fiancee.
But I am one of the good guys. I know it.
I checked her pulse again at the next bend in the road.
Two fingers to the side of her throat, eyes flicking between her and the dark stretch of road ahead, and there it was, faint but steady under my hand. Alive. I pulled my fingers back and gripped the wheel and told myself to stop doing it every few minutes, and then I did it again at the following turn anyway because some part of me didn't trust the last time.
