Page 97 of Chaos has a Name
The media that talked shit about her, and made her look like some idiotic, arm bunny that couldn’t spell criminal, let alone chase them.
“Well, first, multiple bodies in a pit are kind of my thing,” she admitted. “Second, the rez is near and dear to me. We’re staying here for the unforeseeable future, and I don’t want someone dropping bodies there.”
Wasn’t that the absolute truth?
The last thing she wanted, if they were staying, was to deal with a serial killer around her children.
For God’s sake, they didn’t have a fence.
From where she sat, Rayna mulled that over. Oh, she knew that the Blackhawks were big donators to the reservation.
Because of them, they now had a civic center with a library attached to it where the youth could go for help.
They fully staffed the medical clinic in honor so that they could be healthy and stay on the rez, as many of the elders preferred.
She honestly just thought it was guilt funding, and nothing more.
Once you got off the rez, you never looked back—unless your overbearing, control-freak father guilted you into coming back to take over the Chief of Police job.
“You’re staying for the unforeseeable future?” she asked.
Elizabeth nodded, and was going with the worst-case scenario on this one.
“Yes.”
This was all befuddling.
“How about you tell me about what is going on?” she asked, seeing movement from the doorway.
When she looked over, it was her ME, and it appeared that he had been looking for her.
Now, Chris looked hesitant to bother her.
She clued him in.
“Come on in, Christopher,” she said, as he did just that. “Grab a coffee. You have a pit of bodies.”
He laughed, not the least bit surprised that he was going to be inundated that first day.
“Why am I not shocked that our first day here, you somehow manage to find a plethora of work for me? I’m beginning to think you’re jinxed,” he stated.
“Beginning?” she asked. “Really? After the last twenty-plus years, you think it’s only starting now?”
He laughed as he carried his coffee toward them. With each person, he greeted them with a kiss.
The whole time, Rayna watched.
Yeah, this was befuddling.
Elizabeth warned him.
“This is Chief of Police Rayna Running Wolf, and she didn’t think I’d be the one working this.”
That made him laugh even more.
“Bodies in a pit? Craziness going down? Who else would be handling it, if it wasn’t you?”
Truth be told, Chris was grateful for the distraction. When he’d come toDamascusall of those years ago, it was to escape DC. The place haunted him, and he’d been planning a fresh start.
