Page 185 of Chaos has a Name
She seemed whimsical, but not.
Funny, but serious.
She was a mystery to him, and he was fighting tooth and nail not to fall down that rabbit hole. If he did, she would find out way too much about him.
Oh, he was getting all kinds of vibes from her, and none of them helped him navigate this. He could tell she was focused on him, and that didn’t make him angry.
It made him twitchy and edgy.
Now, he just wished he was back on the crime scene. It was only a matter of time before the jig was up.
Uriel was praying for a miracle.
“It’s okay,” he admitted. “Questions are how you learn,” he offered, finally remembering what she’d said to him.
It wasn’t lost on him that he sounded lame.
Jesus.
What was wrong with him?
He’d heard Elizabeth tell Charlie that when she was frustrated at Christopher Anthony asking a million questions.
When there was a lag, he tried to fill it.
“Do you have any siblings?” he asked back, hoping it wasn’t intruding into a place he shouldn’t go, but she had asked him, like she wanted to learn about him.
He should probably do the same.
“A brother. We don’t know where he is. I mean, we know, since we’ve heard from him, but we don’t know where he lays his head at night. He’s big into wandering the world and all that crazy shit. He’s a weirdo of sorts. Last we heard from him, he was foraging for mushrooms in Washington. The postcard we got literally said,‘foraging for mushrooms in Washington’,” she stated, laughing. “That was all it said.”
Oh, boy.
Uriel was not doing well.
He liked gardening, and he’d foraged for mushrooms with Wyler a few times when they came back here. He was that kind of‘weird’.
Would she think he was a weirdo too?
Yep.
She would.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, not sure how else to answer.
It made her laugh.
“It’s insane that he could have eaten a poisoned one and we’ll never know. Or are you sorry that he’s this hippy nut, who likes eating things from under logs? For all I know, he’s here hiding in a tree foraging for squirrels to make a hat,” she offered, laughing.
The sound was melodic as it brushed across his flesh, tantalizing and tormenting him at the same time.
Honestly, Caspian didn’t have an answer for that.
Luckily, for him, the universe intervened, and his phone chimed.
Pulling it out of his pocket, he was damn grateful to whoever was texting him. Now, if he could just drag this text out for about ten more minutes.
When he saw it was Ivan, he read it.
