Page 96 of Chaos has a Name
Elizabeth reassured her.
“You’re not bothering me, and please, it’s just Elizabeth. I’m not formal. I keep it pretty light, unless it’s the president or media that I’m dealing with,” she admitted.
She could see that.
The woman was in a pair of jeans, some beat up boots, and a blazer. Under it, she could see the body armor, and the Ruger on her hip beside the gold badge.
Color her surprised that the woman wasn’t in fancy clothes, and was spending her time meeting with her.
“I appreciate you meeting with me so you can find someone to help me.”
“That’s my job,” she admitted. “It’s my pleasure to help you,” she added. “Let’s go talk.”
That worked for Rayna.
Elizabeth led her back, and everyone else followed. Instead of going to her office, she took them to the lounge where she could get a cup of coffee, and refill the woman’s too.
In the room, she poured three cups, made them up, and carried them to table. Then, she grabbed some cookies that were on the counter.
Bless Vivian.
She was on her game.
Everyone liked a cookie, and she could see that Rayna was watching her with suspicion and distrust. Normally, she’d not give two shits, but this woman was part of her husbands’ tribe and heritage.
She’d always take it down a notch to help a Native. As a white woman, she had reparations to make for the past—especially as an FBI agent.
When she sat, Elizabeth was flanked with both men, and they were ready to go.
“Tell us what happened,” she said. “So I can get the lay of the land before I jump in.”
That caught Rayna off guard.
Oh, what was this?
“Jump in?”
She sipped her coffee and ate a cookie. She was starving, and if she didn’t put something in her belly, she was going to be hangry.
No one liked her hangry.
No.
One.
Elizabeth nodded.
“Yeah, I’m going to be working on the situation you brought to us. That’s also my job.”
Rayna blinked.
“I’m so confused,” she admitted. “You’re going to take and work this? Why?”
She laughed.
How could she not?
The woman looked genuinely confused, and she understood that. Elizabeth was willing to bet that the Chief of Police was a victim of media consumption.
