Page 42 of Chaos has a Name
Good.
And.
Bad memories.
“If you say so,” Gene said, that whole sexy fantasy lost on him.
Elizabeth wanted to get this done.
“Let’s go try to reassimilate into an office full of people who areNOTgoing to be cheering for our arrival,” she said.
As Gene held the car door open for her, she got a glimpse of herself in the window reflection.
And she was miserable.
God help her.
But they were back where it all started.
AGAIN.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Other Side
Of The Rez
Nine Thirty A.M.
As Rayna followed her deputies into the woods, they lost track of the blood trail that had started just outside of Thomas Adila’s home.
Because that trail went MIA, this called for a different method of handling it.
Not willing to waste time, or lose the scent, she brought in some back up.
Her hunting dog, Beau.
He was good at following a scent, and she knew she could trust his snoot.
Well, most of the time.
Today, unfortunately, he walked them in circles as if he had lost the trail.
Well, shit.
They went toward a pile of rocks that looked more like a hill, Rayna was just about ready to call it a morning with the dog, when he found the trail again.
He was smelling something.
But what?
When he bolted toward the opening in the trees, and to a camping site that the Natives used willie-nilly when they didn’t want to travel back to their cabins for the night, she was pretty sure he was off the mark.
Was this really the spot?
They were a good ten miles into the trees, and there was no way that Thomas could bleed out and reach this spot.
Why would he come here?
