Page 306 of Chaos has a Name
“What do you know about Thomas Adsila?” Elizabeth asked, starting the interview.
It seemed like a good place to start, since he was the latest victim.
He thought about it.
When Chris brought him a bowl of venison stew, Wyler took it, and began eating with them.
“That he was a drinker like I used to be. I haven’t been in the bars for a while, but when I was, Thomas was always there. If you want to know more about him, go to his watering hole. They’ll be able to tell you everything.”
Oh, well, that was definitely in the cards.
At some point.
“Do you know of anyone who had disappeared around this time of the year when you were here?” she asked.
As he thought about it, Elizabeth was holding her breath. If she didn’t find someone, anyone, who could give her insight, she was screwed.
As he ate, Wyler tried to think back to all of the people who had come and gone there. Then, he finally shared with them.
“As a matter of fact, yes. A couple of people, now that you mention it. Honestly, I never attributed it toThe Hollow. If we are being frank, I didn’t believe in it. My father, bless his dead soul, was one of the Natives who really believed in the ancestors and how they handled things.”
So basically, the nuttery.
Oh, Timothy.
What the hell?
“It was likely because he was the Shaman,” she said, rationalizing it for them.
Why the hell not?
Wyler continued.
“Well, either way, Timothy was all about shit like this. Saging the home, and dream walking were two of his favorite pastimes.”
Yeah, Ethan was too.
Honestly, who was she to say shit? When in Native-land, let the men do what they wanted. It was their culture, and their children’s too.
Wyler shared.
“Someone I used to drink with disappeared a while ago. It was right before I gave up the alcohol. Maybe twenty years ago.”
She was paying attention because they knew there were one hundred skulls en route to the FBI building, and one of them might tie back to Wyler’s recollection.
She hoped.
“Who?”
Wyler put his spoon down, and tried to remember the man’s last name. It took a few seconds. Like he’d said, it was a while ago.
“It was a man by the name of Jolon Tuttle.”
She wrote the name down.
“Oh, and before Timothy died, another of my friends disappeared. His wife said he ran off to get laid and likely drank himself to death.”
Now, she was getting somewhere. Wyler didn’t realize that this little walk down memory lane was helping her a great deal. It might give her a ground zero whereThe Hollowtracked its victims.
