Page 402 of Chaos has a Name
The message was delivered.
“Spread out,” he told his two employees, and they did. Uriel put himself by the bedroom door, Ivan took the front, and Gryphen was outside, walking the perimeter of the house—just in case.
The whole time, Ivan was watching her, and Koda. How much trouble could she get into inside?
When she began going through the man’s things, Koda beside her, they found a quiver with some arrows in it—which wasn’t odd since their cabin had the same thing there.
As her son held it in his gloved hands, she was curious.
“Gene, get closer. Ethan, pull up the crime scene photos from where the nuts shot at us in the clearing.”
She heard typing.
“I have it up. What are you thinking?” Blackhawk asked.
“Show your father,” she stated, and Koda did just that. He held it in front of Gene’s vest for MATE to transmit to Ethan.
She waited.
Then, she got the news that didn’t surprise her.
“It’s a match. They are identical.”
And that meant the killers weren’t dumb. They also got lucky, because she was willing to bet that they took a few, or came back here to get them the second they found out the FBI was going to be hunting them.
“Text Chris to alert his techs that they’ll find the DNA from Thomas Adsila on them. We have a little of his flesh, so cross-compare it.”
Ethan heard her loud and clear.
“Can do,” he said.
As Takoda bagged it up, doing what she’d taught him at the Chief of Police’s home, she went through drawers, the closet, and the rest of the man’s house. Sadly, nothing else really stood out to her.
The whole time, Rayna was watching her.
“I never thought to do any of this,” she admitted. “Maybe you should be teaching me, and your son.”
Maybe.
There were some things you learned by doing, and not just being taught.
When she didn’t say anything, Uriel, who was watching the door, reassured her.
“Elizabeth has been doing this a very long time. She lives, eats, and breathes a crime scene. It’s like second nature to her. Don’t stress it.”
Rayna wasn’t, but it fascinated her how the woman moved through the room and had just figured out that the arrows that had been shot at them belonged to the victim.
She’d never pieced that together in her head.
“What do you see, Koda?” she asked, back to being a teacher.
He looked around.
“A lot of blood. As Dad would say, it’s definitely arterial. I see that his bed is a mess, and most of the blood is on it. Does that mean he was cut, and then fell backward?” he asked.
She nodded.
“CJ?”
