Page 197 of Chaos has a Name
She shared.
“Lance Running Wolf was disappointed that his daughter brought this case to us. He wished she hadn’t. In fact, he told her that he forbade her to help us.”
Uh-oh.
That sounded ominous.
Immediately, his one eyebrow went up.
“And older Native unhappy we are getting involved?” he asked. “Normally, I’m not suspicious, but that he is condoning this behavior…”
She was aware.
“Could he be involved? He wasn’t aware that Uriel was eavesdropping for me. Our tech makes it easy to do it. It sounds like someone is trying to sabotage this case—despite voting to let us work it.”
Yeah, that’s what it sounded like to him too.
“We should come right out and ask him face-to-face,” he admitted. “Nothing rattles a cage like a good old face-to-face interrogation.”
Oh, she was thinking that herself.
“Hey!” Tony shouted from his place in dirt not far away. They were working around the already excavated bones.
Chris had moved closer to Tony, and was taking pictures since they had so much area in the clearing to cover.
“What did you find, Anthony?” she asked, as he was brushing off what looked like an arm bone.
“I found something odd.”
Gene actually laughed.
How could he not?
Every case they had was odd.
“Tony, you’re sitting in a pit of bones on a reservation. The whole thing is odd—unless you’re going to say they’re all deer bones. That is the most normal thing on the rez.”
He pointed.
“No, these are all human. No skulls, yet—which makes me want to know where all of their heads are, but that’s not what I meant by odd. Look.”
They all moved closer.
That’s when she saw it. At first, Elizabeth was expecting more gnaw marks.
Only, this time, it was something else. The second she saw it, she was confused.
“Are those symbols carved into the bone?” she asked. “And is it a whistle? Did whoever is doing this whittle a bone to be one?”
Yeah, this was definitely the definition of odd in their books.
Gene sighed.
“Of course we’re going to get a case with so many bodies, no evidence, and a human arm bone made into a creepy-ass instrument. Now add some ominous message on the bone, and we’ve hit the trifecta of cuckoo. Is it a full moon also? That would be the icing on the cupcake.”
He was right.
This definitely sounded like something she would catch as a case.
