Page 15 of Chaos has a Name
Of course, she did.
Thomas Adsila was normally boozing and sleeping with someone’s woman on the rez.
Once, it was someone’s man.
The man got around like smallpox once did for Native communities.
Hard.
And.
Fast.
“She’s scared, and wants to put in a missing person report for him—I think. She said she found blood in his place. That I was able to piece together.”
Rayna knew it was most likely going to be like the last time when he got shitfaced drunk, and fell in his cabin. That happened twice last month to the man.
Like she’d said.
He was a repeat offender.
They’d been called when he was walking around disorientated with only his boxers and a flannel shirt—Native attire for him.
They found him a mile from his cabin, with his junk hanging out the front of the boxers.
“Take the report, Forest. If I don’t get through these payroll sheets, we don’t get paid. Then, I have to listen to a bunch of grown Natives bitch and moan. Oh, look. I can’t win either way.”
The man got the hint.
Rayna wasn’t taking this seriously.
When he opened his mouth, a small Native woman, who spent a lot of time filling out missing person reports for her brother, ducked under his arm, and magically appeared in the office.
“Rayna! Something has happened to Thomas! I know it. There’s blood at his place, and…”
She stopped her.
Oh, no.
Not again.
She wasn’t going on a wild Thomas chase.
PASS.
“Wynonah, breathe,” Rayna said, sitting back in her chair. “We just went through this last month. Remember when Thomas fell and smacked his head off of his counter? Remember how we found him not far from some unlucky woman’s cabin peeping in the window all bloody? Remember how he freaked the woman out when she saw him in his boxers?”
The sister protested.
“Yes, but this time, there’s so much blood. He hit more than his head if this is the same thing. There was blood on the ceiling, Chief. How do you do that if you have a head wound?”
Okay…
That made Rayna pause.
“What do you mean there’s so much blood and it’s on the ceiling?” she asked. “How much are we talking?”
She wiped her eyes.
