Page 100 of Chaos has a Name
“The bottom line, Rayna, is I’ll be respectful to the council. I’m really Native friendly. I promise. These two nuts seem to like me.”
Ethan shrugged.
“You’ve grown on us,” he stated, moving his leg before he got kicked in the shin too.
She snorted.
It appeared one of them was on his game, and expected her to react.
Also, they amused her.
As for Elizabeth, already, she was feeling better. Give her a case, and she could normalize it. Elizabeth had decompartmentalized the situation, and now, Wyler was on the back burner.
For the time being.
Oh, she’d deal with him later.
Uriel had updated her, already. The man wasn’t back, and the kids had burned off some energy. They were inside the home, watching movies and eating snacks.
Caryn was at the helm, and Janet was helping back her up. The kids were no match for the grandmas.
“Again, tell me what you have, and I’ll get this started. You’ll see that I’m not exactly the worst human being to come to the reservation.”
Callen dropped his arm over her shoulders, and kissed his wife on the side of the face. She smelled like Ethan’s cologne, and he saw his brother’s hickey.
Old habits die hard when you were back on the rez. He wasn’t sure who was calming whom at the time, though. It was anyone’s guess.
Rayna put her cup down.
“Well, this should be an interesting one for you then,” she offered, dropping the resistance.
If this woman wanted to help, and she was legit, she’d take the assistance. Besides, if you were a Blackhawk, on the reservation, you were pretty much welcome to do whatever you wanted.
The bad boys of their youth had gotten their redemption by helping the reservation in their later years.
On top of that, she didn’t know anything about multiple bodies and crime scenes. Those weren’t her areas of specialty.
Unfortunately for Rayna, she’d been a beat cop, and this was a steep learning curve for her.
“I like interesting,” Elizabeth admitted. “Let’s see if you can top the crazy I’m accustomed to.”
Rayna began.
“It all started this morning when I was doing payroll. A Native woman showed up in my office. Wynonah Adsila’s brother, Thomas, was missing, and she went to find him at hishome. He never showed up to work and there was blood at his house.”
They listened.
“The last part wasn’t so shocking, since Thomas likes alcohol about as much as he likes anything,” Rayna admitted. “He’s consistent if nothing.”
They all got it.
There was a lot of drug and alcohol abuse on the reservation.
“So, I told her that I’d look into it. Honestly, I figured he cut himself and was passed out somewhere from being drunk. It’s a common theme here.”
Oh, Callen knew.
Been there.
