Page 247 of Chaos has a Name
Or anyone else.
“You and Axl hit up the scene. Stay together until you get to the team. I’m going to be back later,” she offered, wishing she could find a way to chicken out.
She was at her breaking point for emotional overload, and she hadn’t even confronted Wyler yet.
Today was one of those days, and she didn’t want to spend any more time experiencing it. Some wine, a bed, and a nap to hide was what she craved.
“When I get back, we’ll divide and conquer,” she admitted.
Honestly, that worked for him. If it were up to Duke, his sister, his very independent, stubborn, crazy-magnet boss, would let the men handle this.
But saying that out loud would get his ass kicked by Elizabeth.
Instead, he held out his fist, and she bumped it with her own.
“You scare me sometimes,” he admitted.
Oh, she scared herself all of the damn time. Only, now, the well was empty. There was nothing left, and she needed to find a way to keep going.
Elizabeth was seconds from a breakdown, and she knew it. Once that happened, she’d lose control and chaos would erupt.
She was fighting for her mental stability here.
“Axl, you and Ethan will need to get together and give me a profile at some point. I meanBY THE MORNING. I have to regroup because of this little fun fest. I had planned on hitting up Thomas Adsila’s. I won’t have time. I want you with us when we walk the man’s home tomorrow.”
Ethan knew why she was going in with a backup profiler. He’d crashed and burned in Philly, and he hoped she wasn’t giving up on him.
He could do this.
For her.
“Can do, Boss. I’m glad you’re in one piece. We’d all miss your sarcasm, ball busting, and general saltiness when people misspell a word on their reports.”
She actually laughed.
“That’s why they have spellcheck, Axl. Seriously. Use the AI. It’s our friend,” she joked, as he also held out his fist, and she didn’t hesitate.
Not.
At.
All.
There wasn’t a day that went by where she wasn’t grateful that she was surrounded by good people.
“Go,” she said. “It’s going to be nightfall in the woods before we know it.”
That it would be.
As they left, her husbands and Gene got into the vehicle, leaving her a captain’s chair.
Not because they didn’t want to comfort her, but because of trace and the vibe she was giving off.
Gene knew something was wrong.
HELL!
They all knew.
