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He seemed to calm down.

Oh, she wouldn’t start shit, but she knew how to end it. That was for damn sure.

Elizabeth focused on her son.

“Koda, you need to stay here.”

He looked upset.

Only, she patted his leg.

“You’re only half-Native, and old cranky men in rez bars like to take their anger out on anyone who isn’t one of them.”

He got it.

“You’re going in.”

She kissed him on the forehead.

“Yeah, but I’m a cunt.”

Ivan actually laughed.

“Did anyone record that? Can I get it sent to me?” he joked.

Callen pointed at him.

“Man. Tough crowd today.”

Yeah, it was.

They were all stressed out.

“Ivan will show you how to use MATE to run searches, and help you make an account that you can use.”

That cheered him up.

“Deal.”

Well, that was easy. Now, she had to hope the interviews were.

Getting out, Uriel met them at the side of the vehicle, and Ivan clued him in.

They were babysitting the cars.

As they headed in, the second the man behind the bar saw the Chief of Police, he sighed.

“We didn’t charge them,” he said.

Rayna walked over to the juke box that had seen better days about fifty years ago, and unplugged it.

“It’s not about that, Paditi. It’s about Thomas Adsila,” she said.

The man eyed up the rest of the people who came in. Oh, and he knew who they were. There was no doubt to Elizabeth that he was measuring them up.

“Hey, Paditi. I’m Elizabeth Blackhawk,” she said, trying to be friendly.

Callen tossed down some money.

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