Page 93 of Legacy of Lies
The sound of her footsteps receding up the stairs and down the hall was followed by another coughing fit.
Eric’s dark blue eyes turned grim as he stared up the stairs and shrugged. “I got nothing for that, man. I tried to keep her from doing something stupid.”
“Not your fault. She’s pissed that I outed her, but she’ll wait to rip me a new one until after we find Zach and Sara. I have a reprieve for a while. So, you up to coming with us? I might need some help.”
“You bet. Let me get some things.” He ran out the front door. The sound of a truck gate opening and closing filtered back into the house.
It was agreed. Kerr would stay with their dad in case anyone came to the ranch or called. The youngest Taggart had protested remaining in the house, but Garrison insisted. Whatever was going on with their father, he shouldn’t be left alone.
Several minutes later, Shelby, Eric, and Garrison saddled and mounted the horses.
“All right. Which way, Shel?” Garrison asked.
She tugged the zipper of her synthetic search-and-rescue jacket up to her chin and exhaled vapor. Bowing her head with another wince, she pointed into the snowy night.
“That way.”
