Chapter 45
“But he could walk,” Lew shouted. “He could stand!” He pointed at Beau. “This horse is dying because of you.”
“Because of Rebecca!”
As if of one mind, Lew, Bryson, and Amaya replied at once: “Because of bothof you!”
Lew shook his head, teeth gritted so hard that his jaw bulged, and he clutched Michael’s arm. “This will be taken care of, I assure you. My next call is to the stable owners and both their parents.”
“And the cops,” Amaya growled.
“Yes,” Lew agreed. “I promise. And of course, all your expenses—”
“Don’t.” Bryson held up one hand. “You make it cheap when you talk about money.” He pointed at the syringe. “That will help, right? With a sample?”
“It might.”
Bryson nodded. “The faster we get going…”
Lew caught his point. He spun on his heel, dragging Michael with him.