Page 397 of Chaos has a Name
“When is the last time you saw him?” she inquired, thinking about how Lance had been coming out of the woods right when Rayna had returned.
Lance was also not a small man. He was in good shape, much like Wyler was. There was no doubt he could move efficiently through the woods, while a much younger man covered his ass.
Like the dude that slammed into her.
Maybe it was a father and son team?
What she knew was there were two people involved, and she didn’t necessarily believe it was Lance, she still had questions to ask.
Digging might give her another avenue.
“I don’t know. Maybe two years ago?” he asked, glancing over at his daughter who was silently listening. “Why do you ask?”
She was to the point.
“We know this is more than one person. We’re covering our bases.”
He blinked.
Then, it hit him.
“You think it’s me and my son who are doing this?” he asked. “Seriously? Are you out of your mind?”
She shrugged.
“I mean, I was just asking questions. What I do know is that you, Tom Redbear, and Abe Crowfeather were well awareof this entity calledThe Hollowfor years. You gave us a book with notes in it. I have an issue with people knowing murder is happening, and they don’t seem to care. It also makes me ask why?”
He was offended.
That was clear.
Rayna said nothing, simply because Elizabeth hadn’t accused him of anything—yet. She was trying to make a correlation to the case, and from the standpoint of an investigator, she had a point.
They did all know about it, and she honestly felt the same about the ambivalence to it.
“I can see that you’re taking the council’s kindness and us allowing you to be here to do this for granted.”
She actually laughed.
“Mr. Running Wolf, I don’t know if you’ve seen anything or heard anything about me—outside of being married to the Blackhawk boys, but I’m a pain in the ass. I’m Native friendly, but when I walk onto the reservation, find out there has been a prolific killer for over a hundred years, and the council doesn’t care…that’s a problem.”
“We can have you stop this then.”
She leaned forward, and she wasn’t playing around. Oh, she was not amused—especially since she’d been abducted by whoever was behind this, and that nearly cost Elizabeth her life.
It had scared her, and she didn’t like that. In fact, it pissed her off.
“I have jurisdiction, but by all means, try to stop me. I’ll see you and the other council members later if I have questions. Oh, and stick close to the reservation.”
He was angry.
“I rarely leave.”
She shrugged.
“Maybe you should. It might give that attitude an adjustment,” she said, standing.
Then, she remembered.
