Page 307 of Chaos has a Name
“Who?” she asked, ready for the name.
Wyler shared.
“It was John Ankiti. He was friends with me, Tom Redbear, and Lance—since we were young. I don’t know if they stayed close to him. After Timothy died, I stopped coming here all that much.”
Chris knew his wife was in her element. She was getting information, and that made her happy.
“When did he go missing?” she asked.
He tried to put a date on it, but the mind wasn’t like it once was.
“I don’t know the exact timeframe,” he admitted.
She went there.
“How old were the boys?” she asked, trying to give him a point of reference.
That seemed to help.
“Ethan and Callen would have been babies. I would go out with them and…”
He stopped.
Elizabeth already knew.
“It’s okay,” she said. “They know that you slept around, Wyler. Ethan isn’t going to be angry. He’s beyond that point in his life.”
He was honest.
“It’s that I hurt Catherine. I was a horrible person. When I drink…”
Oh, they knew.
That was why he didn’t drink.
“Focus for me,” she said. “I need as much as you can give me. Let’s be blunt. I’m going to be roadblocked by everyone on this reservation, minus this family. I’m still an outsider to a point.”
He knew she was right.
“They were two of my friends. When Lance and I had our falling out, it was right around that time. He was pissed I cheated on Catherine, and that I was a shit person. Now, as I’m sober, I can say he was right.”
Well, they all had things they wished they could change, but couldn’t.
That was life.
“Did either of your friends who died have family here?” she asked.
He considered it.
Then, he nodded.
“Yeah, they do, or I think they do. I haven’t seen them around since I’ve been back the last few days.”
Oh.
Hot.
Damn.
