Page 296 of Chaos has a Name
Same Time
Sometimes, being a chicken was a good thing. Now that she’d talked to Wyler, and since calming down after not having to face the caves to relive the nightmare, Elizabeth was so much better.
For her, if she could clear the majority off of her plate, she’d be able to focus. With her baby birds safely tucked away with security at a nearby hotel, that was no longer stressing her out.
The two big issues were handled, and now, Elizabeth could only stress for the men in her life who were out in the field whereThe Hollowwas hiding.
Yeah, she might just survive this after all.
On top of it all, she was being fed. That always took the stress down a notch.
That morning, bless Caryn for thinking ahead. She put a crockpot of stew on, and it tasted very familiar.
It tasted like Timothy’s recipe that she’d had when she first met him.
That was a warm hug on a bad day—for sure, and she really needed it.
Her husband, the ME one, was taking care of her, and she was also grateful for that. Normally, a hovering husband annoyed the hell out of her, but now, she welcomed it.
When she was down, she needed a little protection herself.
When Chris came out of the kitchen with steaming bowls of food for her, and himself, she knew she’d be okay.
Tomorrow was a new day, and she’d come back stronger and tougher than today.
She knew herself.
As they ate, Elizabeth was keeping herself busy by flipping through the journal that Lance Running Wolf had passed to his daughter, Rayna, and then from her to Elizabeth.
When she’d come back from talking to Wyler, she set the Native woman free. Yes, she’d asked her to look through it, but honestly, it was best she did it.
That way she could make up her own mind as to if it would be helpful or not.
And in it?
Well, let’s just say that there was nothing in there that surprised her, or that they didn’t know.
It was basically a book of fables, as she liked to call it. The council had always been aware ofThe Hollow.
Sad, but true.
Generations back, going all the way to when Timothy was a child, and his own father was the Shaman, there were notes thatThe Hollowwould come.
What would be nice?
A comprehensive list of who went missing so she could figure outHOWthe person was picked. If she could get her hands on that, then she’d have a way to pick this mystery apart.
She just needed something more than what they had.
Forensically, if she could get something good, like that she had been drugged after being knocked out, or a hair from one of the killers, or both, she’d be set.
Were they relatives?
Were they friends?
Those questions would help her eliminate people. If she could start chipping away at that, then she was going to be good.
When MATE chimed, on Chris’ smart watch, since hers was damaged, she glanced over.
