Page 303 of Chaos has a Name
Wyler was living in the past, and it was haunting his present. If he wanted to live, then he needed to let the past go and give it one million percent.
Fate was in control, and he might make it through this. That was for fate to decide.
Not them.
At least though, he’d try.
“Then say goodbye. Your son talks to the spirits as he walks with his ancestors in the tipi. Ask him to take you to her. You know Ethan would do it for you.”
He closed his eyes and was to the point.
“I don’t want him to hurt.”
Elizabeth stopped that then and there. People tended to underestimate Ethan. The man was so much stronger than anyone thought.
He’d walked through the fire, and he survived a lot. Already, after finding out about his sexual assault, he was fighting back and healing.
It had been a week.
The man was tenacious to the end.
“If I’ve learned anything about Ethan Blackhawk, it’s that he’s the strongest person I know. He’s lived through a lot, and came out swinging. Ask him to help you. He will. Everyone says he is the next Shaman, and one day, he might be. Use his gift. Let him dream walk with you.”
Wyler considered her words.
She was right about his son. Finding out that Ethan had been assaulted…it made him want to stay to make sure he was okay.
It made Wyler want to help him heal, not break him further. God knew he’d done that plenty.
“When you find Catherine, apologize to her. Not her grave, not the wind—to her. I’m sure Ethan would love to see his mother one more time.”
Wyler pointed out the legality of it.
“He’d have to use peyote.”
She laughed because she got it. Only, she was well aware that what happened in the tipi stayed in the tipi.
PERIOD.
“I’m not going to drug test my Native, dream-walking husband. I’m not an idiot,” she admitted. “The Blackhawk boys have questionable hobbies, and I’m looking the other way on that one.”
It made him laugh.
Elizabeth reassured him.
“I’m his goddamn boss, but he’s the best profiler at the FBI. I’m not risking losing him. Ask your son to help you talk to Catherine. If your biggest struggle is this, find a solution and stop running.”
Because he felt the need, Wyler came clean.
“I stole some of his peyote so I could do it alone. I needed to talk to my father. It didn’t end how I hoped.”
She snorted.
Yeah, she bet.
Timothy had been a tough parent for all three men, and there was no doubt that he was watching and not amused by any of this bullshit.
Call it a hunch.
