Page 137 of Chaos has a Name
Oh, well, maybe because there was.
Ethan looked over at his brother, and gave him a nod. This was his rodeo, so he let him handle it and instead, ate his soup.
Since they were sharing, Callen opted to get all the cards on the table. Bullshitting one of the elders was generally not a good idea.
He couldn’t use all they’d done for the reservation as leverage either. That was shitty, and it would make them look like douchebags.
That was the last thing he wanted.
It was a delicate line he was skirting, and Callen knew it. This would take finesse and honesty to make it happen.
“We were also asked by the reservation Chief of Police to help with a crime that was delivered to her doorstep this morning.”
That was all he had to say.
The man lifted his dark brow and tossed one of his salt and pepper braids over his shoulder to keep it out of his soup.
“What kind of a crime?” he asked, curiously.
Callen went there.
“Apparently, someone has gone missing, and they turned up on the outer edge of the reservation in a bone pit. Their clothes were folded carefully, and placed on the rock. Chief Running Wolf needs our assistance since the bones she found are somewhat fleshy. The person didn’t bury himself,” he admitted.
Oh, and Callen held his breath as he waited to see how difficult the man was going to make it for them, and how long he was going to be tap dancing.
Immediately, the man reacted.
“Oh, no.”
Well, he could say that again. That was definitely an appropriate response. They’d all thought the same thing. A predator on the reservation…
Not a fun way to start the day out for anyone.
Then, when they least expected it, Tom Redbear shocked them.
“That will beThe Hollow,” he stated. “This must be left alone. You mustn’t dig into it.”
What?
Was he serious?
Sitting there and eating his soup, Ethan was confused as to what he said—one part in particular.
“What is that?” he asked. “What isThe Hollow?” While they knew what Timothy had told them all of those years ago, they didn’t know the name for it.
Other than the crazy.
Tom leaned back and held his bowl of half-eaten soup in his weathered hands.
Then, he shared what he knew, and it wasn’t anything they were shocked to hear. They both knew the crazy spread by word of mouth—like how Timothy told them about that one particular night when they were growing up.
Unfortunately, legends ran rampant on the rez. They grew up hearing tales and stories all of their lives.
“The legend ofThe Hollowis that there is one single person chosen to feed the Wendigo. He watches over our people, and with that Solstice feeding, we have prosperity and safety. It’s happened for years.”
Yeah, so they’d heard.
Callen didn’t know what he’d expected Tom to tell him, since he knew he was from the same generation as their own father.
