Chapter 5

Like someone had tried cutting out his heart.

“Wait.”

Without dwelling on the consequences, Brady reached across the sanctuary of the threshold and grabbed Cole’s shoulder. Blood seeped through his fingers, and he had to set down the gun to hold Cole still and undo two more buttons to expose the injury.

Cole let him.

Brady stared at the bleeding wound, the ragged edges where the pale skin had been sliced open. He flashed back on the crime scene, questions abounding. Had he been blind? Had Cole been one of the bodies they’d found at the frat house? He didn’t have a pulse. He could have fooled the cops who checked. In spite of the possibility, though, Brady knew he hadn’t been there. It wasn’t just that he could draw the scene from memory.

He’d lived with Cole’s specter haunting his dreams for a decade. He would never miss it if it was right in front of him.