Page 232 of Chaos has a Name
Her eyes were adjusted to the lack of light, and she could make it out.
It looked like…a deer head, antlers still attached, and that made her curious.
Why?
Oh, for its size.
It was huge.
It looked like it could fit on a human head. Only, what the hell was it doing down here? It was out of place because there were no other deer bones near it. Just a pristinely bleached head in a corner.
Call her curious, but one of these things did not fit in the area, and that was it.
Poking it with her foot, she moved it, and that’s when she saw a knife.
Holy fuck.
Was this part ofThe Hollow’s scare tactic?
Had the persons used this, and dumped it here after their last kill?
It was clear that the knife had trace on it.
Valuable trace.
Elizabeth began putting it all together, and what she was thinking was this cave had two ways in, at least.
They couldn’t have dropped her down in here. It was eight feet down. What if they went in the other way, and it wasn’t a long trip from that side to the skulls inside.
She hadn’t looked with the dim light.
That meant if they came back, they were going to be behind her.
Yeah, she had to get out of there.
This was the opposite way she’d been brought in. There had to be a hidden opening in the cave elsewhere, and she wasn’t sticking around to have someone come up behind her.
They’d kill her next time.
What she did know was that she needed the skull and knife as evidence.
Desperately.
As the rain came down outside the cavern system, she carefully pulled off her blazer, and shirt. She was down to her vest and tank top underneath it.
Only, she needed her clothing to carefully transport the knife. Yes, it would be contaminated with her DNA, but the techs could exclude it.
If she got a bead on the killers, the two of them, she could use that to fuel her investigation.
What wouldn’t she do for an evidence bag?
Picking up the knife, she placed it on the blazer along with the bindings they’d used on her.
Yeah, she was taking everything.
That’s when she heard MATE’S voice again.
“Are you gathering evidence, mother?”
