Page 149 of Chaos has a Name
“Yeah, well, desperate times call for desperate measures. If I could get someone to put a fence around the whole reservation, at this point, I would. I have to assume that Wyler plays hard to get with coming home. I like a backup plan. Besides, if he buys a house, he’ll just sell it and make more money on it once people find out that Jackson James banged his wife in it.”
Gene snorted.
“What a tangled bedsheet we weave when we practice to conceive.”
She stared at him.
“Are you sure we didn’t share a parent? Did my dad knock someone else up too? We’re too much alike,” she admitted.
He just winked at her.
Oh, he knew Ethan had a type.
It was them.
“Just stay calm and stick by me,” Ivan said. “We’ll all get through this if youLISTEN.”
Yeah, they knew she was going squirrely over all of this. Elizabeth ran a tight ship, and that meant with her cases. She didn’t like to be focused on anything but work when she was on the job.
This was dividing focus, and that was dangerous in her world.
Now that she knew Wyler was‘contained’, and Callen and Ethan were safely off looking at the house Callen planned on buying, she could focus on work.
“MATE?”
Her vest hummed, and she heard her AI assistant’s voice. It sounded…pixelated—if that was possible.
Uh, MATE didn’t sound like herself.
“Yes, Director?”
“I just ran the Chief of Police. What did you find?” she asked, wanting a third opinion to make sure what she and Gene found was correct.
MATE clued her in.
“She left the reservation to head off to college at the age of eighteen. She graduated with a degree in Psychology, and then promptly got herPOSTtraining to become a police officer in Utah.”
So far, she was only hearing normal things. It was the crazy shit that she needed to hear next, and she was waiting for that skeleton in the closet.
“After that, she worked as a beat cop. She lasted almost two years, and quit. Now, she’s here as Chief of Police.”
Elizabeth mulled that over.
“It’s good to know she had some police training and isn’t flying by the seat of her pants,” she admitted.
Gene agreed.
Granted, most of the crime on a reservation was fairly simple. The FBI handled anything like murders and drug matters.
It was clear that the woman had enough common sense to come to them, ASAP.
“So she was raised here, and left. That’s common. Give me any information on her social life, MATE.”
The system chimed but it was a weird chime she’d never heard before.
“I found nothing that you didn’t, Director. There isn’t anything left on the internet to report.”
Well, that worked for her.
