Page 104 of Legacy of Lies
Speaking of which, the man sprawled back against the wall, then like the damn Terminator, sat back up again and crawled to his feet. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he wheezed. But he kept coming.
Sara swayed on her feet. She held a wooden leg from a chair, pressed between her two palms. The tip of the wood drifted toward the floor. She had no grip strength. If Hank got his hands on the weapon, the nut job would bludgeon them both.
“Sarita, put that down,” Hank crooned. He spat a glob of blood onto the floor.
Sweat beaded her forehead as the wood piece shook.
Move, damn it. Move. Get over there and help her.How long until Garrison’s head would be clear enough to function?
Hank had turned his back on him. Bad mistake. Garrison blinked away blood and slowly worked himself to his knees, inching closer to Hank.
Sara flicked a glance at Garrison and stood straighter. “So, Hank, why’d you kidnap me, anyway?”
Good job, Sara, buying more time.He fought to get the cobwebs out of his head. Son of a bitch, it felt like he was moving through sludge.
Hank barked what passed for a laugh. “Like I said. If the Taggarts want it, I will have it. Or take it away from them. That includes you.”
“Why?”
“Part of my calling.”
“You said that before. What do you mean?” She frowned.
“The calling is from the Great One.” He wheezed. “Since neither of you will leave this shack alive, I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m about to become the most powerful being in the world.”
“What?” she said.
“You’ll see. My lord whispered the plan to me one night. If I follow instructions, I’ll be the new Great One.”
“Okay, that sounds interesting,” mumbled Sara.
“Ah, you don’t believe me. That’s okay. Let me tell you what else I’ve done.” Hank rubbed saliva and blood from his mouth onto the back of his sleeve. “Pretty boy here used to have a wife, right?”
Garrison froze.
“That was a year ago, right?” Sara asked.
“Yeah, his bimbo wife left him.” He laughed and spat. “For me.”
Surely, that knife had just been plunged into his chest and then twisted. Tiffani? With Hank? Ridiculous.
“What?” Garrison roared.
Hank spun around. “Hey, look who’s awake. Who do you think told her to clean out your bank account before she left you?” He crooked a thumb at his chest.
Garrison’s head started to throb, and it had nothing to do with the concussion. “You’re lying.”
Sara dropped the end of the chair leg to the floor and leaned over on it. How was she even remaining upright?
The insane asshole had the gall to sneer. “She never loved you, Taggart.”
“What do you know about it, Hank?”
“Oh what a tangled web we weave.” His singsong voice grated on Garrison’s nerves. “She should have been mine all along, Taggart. I wanted her from the get-go. But our love had to wait.”
“In what alternate universe?”
“When you brought her home that Christmas break from college to show her around town—that’s when I knew I had to have her for myself.”
