Page 352 of Chaos has a Name
To her, that didn’t sound like people who would hunt people, and eat them. Plus, they had lives not here.
“Are they married? Engaged? Own their own meat market?”
Callen choked on his cookie.
“Too far,” he muttered, as his father handed him his coffee to get the cookie out of his throat.
She just shrugged.
Elizabeth had to be herself.
“I wish I could help more, Elizabeth, but I don’t spend much time here. Over the last week, I mostly went to the council house, and to the woods to hunt. You can ask them tomorrow at the council house—because once they find out you have bones, they are calling you there.”
Oh, she was aware.
There was no doubt they’d try to reach her first thing in the morning. Elizabeth knew how the council worked.
That was on her list of interviews.
“We got our hands on a journal from Lance. There’s some tales in it about things going wrong here on the rez over the years.”
He stopped her.
“Elizabeth, it’s the rez. It’s all wrong most of the time. You guys made the difference here. If not, poverty, starvation, and unhappy Natives are the norm.”
He had a point.
“Do you think this could have started because of just ordinary reservation issues?” Callen asked.
She shrugged.
“I mean, it takes a catalyst. One hundred years ago, I’m sure it was shitty. I wish Timothy was around to tell me all about it.”
They all wished he was around.
“I remember my father mentioning long ago that the medicine men spent a lot of time trying to protect the reservation. Timothy’s father and grandfather were practitioners, and he followed in their steps.”
Elizabeth was considering it.
Medicine men liked woo-woo.
When she opened her mouth, he already knew what she was thinking.
“I can tell you for a fact my father didn’t kill someone once a year to get rid of a Wendigo. I can also tell you that Timothy was an only child—as far as I know.”
She figured as much.
Had Timothy’s father and grandfather been involved, it would have passed down, but she couldn’t see him partaking in this.
Plus, he had locked his sons inside on that day to keep them safe with him.
Oh, and they’d know if Wyler was up to shenanigans when he came here. This was the first solstice he’d been back here.
“We read over Ethan’s profile. He thinks this is more mental illness than physical disease from consuming flesh.”
Callen opened his drive.
“I did a little research,” he admitted. “I was curious if there were any diseases that might contribute to this craziness,” he offered.
