Page 239 of Chaos has a Name
Oh, she had.
Since Tony was photographing the evidence she brought, she shared what she could.
She had good news and bad news.
“I woke up dumped in a pitch-black cave. It had to have two openings and one of them has to be nearby. They wouldn’t have had time to move me to where they did using the exit I found. How long was I gone?” she asked.
She held up her wrist, and her watch, the smart watch she wore that they all had, was busted. The tiny tracker was gone since it likely fell off the back at impact. That had also been a casualty in the sideswipe.
Or they broke it on her, so she was helpless to know the time and be disorientated.
“Almost an hour,” Ivan said, so glad to see her again. Oh, but Gene was right.
She was grounded.
Now, here came the bad news.
They weren’t done playing in the woods.
Not.
Yet.
“I need another team of techs,” she said. “ASAP. Like I said, they dumped me in a cave. When I came to, and could get untied, MATE was able to use her light. We have more bones. We have a secondary site that we’re going to have to work, and that means a long trek in to find the hidden way they dropped me in there.”
Callen was curious.
“You said a cave? I’m not aware of any of them around here. We ran these woods, Elizabeth. Are you sure it was a cave?”
She stared at him.
“Callen, don’t take this with anything but love, but do you think I’m so goddamn nuts that I can’t determine the difference between the great wide open and a cave?”
Yeah, she was testy.
“So a cave it was,” he offered.
Elizabeth shared.
“It’s also underground. I walked uphill with the spiders following me like the goddamn Pied Piper. That’s my goddamn karma for busting Tony’s balls about a single tarantula. I met her friends.”
Tony was to the point.
“I would have sacrificed Morticia for you. In a heartbeat,” he admitted. “I was worried about you, Elizabeth. You’re getting too old to play these games.”
Tell her about it.
She wasn’t twenty-five anymore, and the killers were getting younger and younger.
“I know, Anthony. I appreciate that. Oh, and I love you too, nut.”
Gene needed more.
If there was a cave, they were going to have to access it to retrieve the remains. Natives were particular about their dead, and how they should be treated.
Eaten and dumped in a cave…
Not the way they preferred.
