Page 31 of Chaos has a Name
Finally, she spoke.
“Let’s just hope that Wyler is cooperative,” she admitted.
Oh, they all knew why she was saying that. The Native man was normally stubborn, but this set the scene for all of them. Wyler went hard on this one.
Just before they left, their family lawyer called and broke the news to them that Wyler had made some demands by way of his will.
And by demands, he meant arrangements without even talking to them.
Ethan would have preferred that his father had faced them, and they could have work it out as a family—not have to chase him across the country. His wife was in danger, and this…this weakened them.
With two Russian spies still out there, she could be found easily. As soon as word hit that she was out here, there was no doubt that they would have trouble swarming all over them.
He, Chris, Gene, and Callen had been working on a way to get Elizabeth protected. They needed a home base that was safer than the rez.
What began as a joke about buying a house, and a bet between all of security, turned into the best option to ensure their family was safe.
Money didn’t buy happiness, but it absolutely bought the ability to keep someone from shooting you in the back when you were off guard.
That was their motto.
If they didn’t have a wayward attorney who had been gunning for her, and the two Russian spies on a grudge match, they’d feel a little safer.
Maybe.
Elizabeth was to the point.
“My goal is to talk him into chemo, and then get his ass back on the jet to go home. This little game of chase has weakened my team and risked way too much for my liking. We’ve been made to choose between our safety, and the safety of the children or seeing Wyler in his last days.”
What they all knew was it had kicked her feet out from under her. Elizabeth loved Wyler—and she never expected him to run, leaving them all behind.
This had crushed her. So, her anger was the first layer, and they’d yet to hit grief.
Oh, but it was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
“And if we can’t talk him into coming home?” Gene asked.
When she stared at him, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Asking for someone willing to do whatever it takes to help you get to that goal,” he said. “Don’t kill the man asking the question. I’m on your side on this one.”
She wasn’t angry with him asking. Elizabeth had resting bitch face as she tried to keep that rage bottled up inside of her.
Honestly, their five-person unit was safe, and she wasn’t upset with any of them. She was just upset in general.
“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I’m ready to fight for him so he can stop this bullshit.”
Callen ran his hand up and down her arm to not only soothe her, but himself.
He was struggling with this.
They all were.
