“Good girl, nearly there.” Her normally sweet voice is carrying a little unusual menace tonight. My co-worker and I had met after work for drinks to unwind and commiserate about the usual work nonsense. Everything had seemed normal while we were at the bar. She wanted to go home a little early and had asked me to take her home, as she’d had too much to drink to drive safely. I agreed, she was a friend and I wanted to see her home safe. Read more