Page 198 of Chaos has a Name
She tapped her vest.
“MATE, scan the symbols on the bone, and try translating them for me. Since this is a rez, start with the indigenous language, and pan out to other tribes. I can’t identify it, and I speak the language here fluently.”
Her vest chirped.
“Starting scan,” MATE said, as Elizabeth stood still so the beam of light could move up and down the bone that Tony had in his possession. “Working on translating.”
That worked for her.
When she focused on her one mate, Chris looked like he was wrapping up his part of it.
So, she asked.
“Are you good?”
Yeah, this was an easy one for him. Most of the bones were flesh free. The few that were there had to be the recent kill. He wouldn’t be doing an autopsy.
This would be more testing the remaining flesh for DNA and any type of toxicology.
For once, he wasn’t overwhelmed.
“I bagged the remains that were fleshy. There weren’t many. Elizabeth, if you’re dealing with someone who is eating people…that’s bad. If this is long-term, or a tradition, you can get illnesses from cannibalism of human flesh—not to mention the psychological issues.”
Oh, she was aware.
She’d crossed paths with a few people who had a penchant for eating flesh.
Livers.
Organs.
In her world, she saw just about everything one person could do to another.
Sometimes, it went off the charts crazy, and she ended up chasing a cannibal.
Like now.
“Something occurred to me,” Chris admitted. “As I was standing here bagging the fleshy bits, it reminded me of a journal article I read from a Mexican, forensic medical examiner.”
She waited.
“What?”
Chris shared what he’d remembered.
“Not that long ago, I read about something that was picking up speed in the medical community—mostly for someone in Ethan’s profession. There’s a disease called Wendigo Psychosis.”
She lifted a brow.
Why did the name of that both amuse her and make her twitchy at the same time?
Now, she needed to know.
“Is that a legit thing?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, and coincidentally, we have a Wendigo problem on our hands.”
