Tyson pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’ll let Eric know what’s going on,” he said as he lifted the phone to his ear.
Susan watched as his forehead creased.
“Tyson, what’s wrong?”
“Is Douglas at Eric’s?”
“He was in the area,” she said with a shrug.
Smyth handed Shooter over to the other deputy who walked him out to a car. “Did you say Brant is with Walker?”
Tyson nodded, the phone still pressed to his ear. “They’re arguing.” He continued to listen and then his eyes opened wide and his face went white. “Someone just fired a gun.”
Susan’s breath caught in her lungs and she felt her head begin to spin. Slowly her world was going black and she couldn’t force herself to breathe until a set of hands gripped her shoulders. The air that had been trapped inside of her gave and she took a breath.
“Get in my car,” Everett Walker said firmly.
Susan nodded and hurried toward the car just as everyone else did the same.
Tyson had been the first to speed away from the house followed by Smyth. The other officer drove away in the other direction with Magee.
Everett Walker followed behind with Susan and Lydia both sobbing.
He reached for Susan’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “He’s going to be okay. This is Eric. He’s always prepared.”