Page 193 of Chaos has a Name
Apparently, it was time to get mean. When people couldn't mind their own business, it was crystal clear that an intervention was needed.
Normally, one sacrifice was taken, but in this case, why not make it two?
Oh, andThe Hollowwould make it count. That was for sure.
It was time to stir up the outsiders.
AndThe Hollowknew how.
It was time to deal with this.
Immediately.
Chapter Twelve
Middle Of The Woods
Afternoon
Reservation
The whole time that Elizabeth was standing there, on the scene, the hair on the back of her neck was also upright. Oh, and she knew for a damn fact that when that happened, bad shit was on the horizon.
There was something in these woods, and she didn’t like it at all. In fact, Elizabeth was getting a little creeped out by the whole situation.
Normally, her cases were pretty cut-and-dry. Oh, they were crazy and batshit insane, but they weren’t this wild. For her, the formula was simple.
Someone killed.
Someone died.
Someone lied.
Then, she’d rinse and repeat.
Only, this seemed…scarier. It was definitely more terrifying not knowing how many victims she was looking at for this case.
There was no way she’d figure out all of their names, and for the first time, in a very long time, she wouldn’t be able to give them the dignity they deserved.
This crazy nut was eating his victims, and the last thing she wanted to do was tangle with a cannibal.
When she did, there was one case she couldn’t help but think about.
Sam Trudeaux’s death.
The man who had been her surrogate mother, and protector had gone down to a cannibal. To that day, it haunted her. She’d been too late to save him.
It took a lot to rattle her, but that flashback of his death only added to the stress she was carrying.
Why did coming back here always cause a traumatic response in her?
Oh, and when would that end?
Pushing it back to the dark part of her mind where all the PTSD and childhood horrors crept, she tried to focus on the here and now.
The bottom line was that her gut was going haywire, and she was pretty sure that here, she was not the hunter, but the hunted.
This was a damn bad time for her to be short on security, and Wyler playing these games.
