Page 96 of Legacy of Lies
“I’m right behind you,” Garrison said.
Stiffening as she looked around, she said, “Hey, guys. Something’s not right out here. I don’t know what, but it feels off.”
“Like, with Vaughn?” Garrison asked. Everyone in the family knew the oldest Taggart sibling could detect danger.
She coughed. “Not exactly danger. Well, yes ... I don’t know. No. The feeling is just ... wrong.”
Eric muttered something about this being bullshit and drew his gun as his horse followed hers. His head swiveled from side to side, scanning the woods.
Garrison wanted to do the same and watch for danger, but he could only stare ahead, into the darkness, imagining that every shadow was his son.
Was Sara with Zach? God, he hoped so.
Shelby’s wheezes punctuated the crunch of hooves in snow and wind in the upper branches of the trees. Maybe she’d go faster if Garrison moved closer to her?
Eric’s rigid posture warned him off. For now, Garrison would trail his sister and trust her instincts.
With a gurgled cry, she slid off the horse.
Eric vaulted down and grabbed her upper arm, ignoring her attempts to wave him off.
“What?” Garrison said.
As she crumpled to her knees in the deep snow, slowed by Eric’s grip, she pointed to a dark shape next to a tree.
“There.”
