Page 173 of Chaos has a Name
Rayna wasn’t far away, and she was texting her father about talking to him about what was going on. She knew she’d have to talk him into a sit-down with Elizabeth. If anything, he was non-native unfriendly.
Unfortunately.
Not far from here was the big bodyguard who was supposed to be watching Elizabeth, but she was pretty sure he was watching what she typed because his eyes were on her.
She had goosebumps as she rattled off the message.
‘Dad, we have a situation. Can you meet with me to talk? What the hell is going on here with The Hollow? Where are you?’
She hit send, and waited to hear back from him. All she could hope was he’d be helpful.
Sometimes, he was difficult at best.
And held a grudge.
With Elizabeth being white, and a Blackhawk, how could that situation go wrong?
Fortunately for her, he must not have been in a meeting or still with the council because Rayna immediately got a reply.
‘I am on the rez. I can meet you at the council house in about twenty minutes. I had some things todo. See you there. Be very careful, Rayna. What you’re messing with is dangerous, and I wish you would have come to me before going to the FBI. I love you.’
When she finished reading it, she headed toward Elizabeth and showed her what he’d said. All she wanted was to be open and honest with the woman, so she didn’t think she was hiding anything.
Working on this was turning into an adventure, and Rayna loved one of those.
Elizabeth took her phone and read both of the messages, and knew she had to divide and conquer on this one. At that moment they had countless bodies, possibly, Wyler was locked in a treehouse, and security was stretched thin.
She had no choice.
“I want you to go meet with him. I need anything you can get on this. Something icky is going on here, and I normally have to chase a killer with a small head start. This is years in the making.”
Elizabeth was watching Tony take pictures of the bones that had been unearthed. He was on his knees, and something had his attention.
“I can do that. How will I find you? Will you be here long?” she asked.
Honestly, she wanted out of there now. The last thing she planned on doing was hanging out here for any extended time.
Her gut was screaming that this was bad news.
Only, she had to get the evidence so forensics could be done. This killer wasn’t trying to get her attention. Instead, he or she had been killing like they always did. If she was going to find forensics, the clothes and the recent bones were her best chance.
This was going to be about outthinking this individual as best she could.
“Uriel will know how to find me,” she said. “He’s in constant contact.”
The woman paused, caught off guard, and that amused Elizabeth.
Now, though, Ivan and Uriel were staring at her but for completely different reasons.
“Uh, why is he joining me?” Rayna asked, feeling the flush move up her neck to her tan face.
Thank God for her ethnicity and no one being any the wiser that she was blushing.
Elizabeth was to the point.
“One, I don’t want you walking through the woods without someone with you. That feels…dangerous. You heard my husband. He was warned that if we poked this, it might get mean. We’re playing with its bone collection.”
As Elizabeth spoke, Rayna was trying not to look at the big man behind her.
