Page 92 of Legacy of Lies
Son of a bitch. He had to choose.
She waved her hand. “Close your guppy mouth. I’ll work on Zach.”
“Hurry.”
“It takes as long as it takes. Stop talking and let me concentrate.”
Garrison ground his teeth. She needed to hurry. But she was right—her power worked at its own pace.
His father swayed on his feet, and Garrison motioned to Kerr, who pressed his mouth into a hard line and guided their father into a seat in the living room. It was a testament to how bad his dad felt when he didn’t protest the help.
Shelby hung on to the bottom of the stair railing, her eyes closed as her body rotated from side to side, like a human dowsing rod. Garrison would catch hell later. She had never told anyone outside the family about her powers. Until he spilled one of her most guarded secrets.
Didn’t care. He’d use any tool at his disposal to find Zach and Sara and get them out of harm’s way.
The ones he cared for.
Of course he loved Zach. He’d move heaven and earth to get his son back.
The image of Sara’s sweet, smiling face with that cute dimple on one cheek, rose up. The sounds of her enthusiastic passion, the depth of the trust she’d placed in him.
Yep, he cared for her, and possibly more, but this wasn’t the time to examine his defective emotions.
And Hank was going to use Garrison’s feelings for Zach and Sara to inflict the greatest pain.
Shit.
With her back ramrod straight, Shelby’s right arm lifted, as if of its own accord. Although her eyes were open, they had gone unfocused as her index finger pointed a path that led directly into the national forest and up into the mountains.
“That way.” She whispered, putting her hand on the top of her head again, as if holding it together through the pain.
He’d find a way to make it up to her later.
If they found Zach and Sara.
“How far?” he asked.
“Never can tell. All I can give you is direction, dude. That’s the best I can do.”
“Good enough.” He’d ride in that straight line for as long as it took to get to his son.
“Let’s go,” she said. Then she stumbled, legs buckling.
Eric snagged her under her arm, his frown deepening.
She moved away from him and took a few breaths.
His hand dropped. “Okay, come on. This is stupid. Shelby, you have to stop.” He stared over her bent head at Garrison. “She’s not going anywhere. She’s obviously not healthy.”
With a weary smile laced with pain, she spun back to Eric. “Look, I’m going to track them. End of discussion.Capisce?”
“It could be dangerous,” he said. “Hank has it in for this family. Anyone in this family.”
“You don’t get it. I’m the only one here who is a freakin’ bloodhound. I have to go.” She laughed, then went into a wheezing spasm until she bent over, clutching her chest.
Garrison said, “Shel, I agree. You shouldn’t be out there.”
“You asked for a tracker, you got one. Don’t try to dictate how I use my ability, okay? We have to let it run.” She rubbed her temple and grimaced. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
