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Thank God.
Tom continued.
“This is compromising for us. We welcome the traditions of our past, andThe Hollowhas been part of us for a very long time. I hope that you don’t find the person doing this, because I happen to believe it has benefited our lives—yours included. Look at your success.”
Callen and Ethan didn’t know what to say to that. It was weird that people were rooting for a killer, and not the people there to protect them.
Only, what was he to do?
As Tom sat, Abe was up next.
“No to both. I’m no fan of the government, and as far as I’m concerned, we are not to mess with things our ancestors putinto play.The Hollowis sacred to older generations, and we will not anger it. Everything has its place here on the reservation.”
Ethan wanted to interject that this‘Hollow’was killing Natives once a year. That was a problem in the real world. It was Callen’s fingers around his wrist that stopped him.
Lance went next.
Truthfully, this could go either way. Oh, they’d dig into it, but behind the backs of angry Natives.
Lance and Wyler were not friends. That was a long family rivalry. While he was nice to them, Lance was nice to everyone—except their father.
No one could hold a grudge like a pissed off Native. Unfortunately for everyone else, that stubbornness was in their DNA.
“I vote no on the Secret Service request. They will have to move from our land. The president’s daughter will be safe here with her family. We will make sure she is protected as would be your son, Callen, if he were here.”
Yeah, no shock there.
Truthfully, them shitting all over Secret Service backup was no shock.
The shocking part was that there was someone killing people and they were fine with it.
Now, he had to hope this‘Hollow’wouldn’t take another life if they dug into this.
WHENthey dug into this.
Were they kidding?
“I will vote, yes, to the investigation into what happened. In today’s day and age, I have no problem with Elizabeth Blackhawk investigating. While I am steeped in old traditions, Timothy loved her, and we loved Timothy. He was our Shaman. She may investigate—as long as we are kept in the loop, and you get your father to sit down and have a conversation with me.”
Well, holy shit.
That was unexpected.
And never happening.
Why?
They couldn’t even get Wyler to sit down and talk to them.
How the hell was that going to work when they forced him to sit down with Lance—his sworn enemy?
Talk about unlikely scenarios.
“The elders have spoken,” Tom said. “You take unto yourself the fallout. I remember once, many years ago, the Chief of Police tried to end this tradition for our tribe, and it angeredThe Hollow.”
Callen was curious.
That had to be way before him, since he had no idea that anything had gone down.
