Page 138 of Chaos has a Name
The more he heard it, the more he thought of one thing, and one thing alone.
What kind of backwoods wackadoo lottery was this?
Who thought this was a good idea?
A lot of crazy shit went down on the reservation, but this was the hardest to believe.
Killing people was a no-no across the board. Or it should be.
It was crazy that this was stressing him out more than having to get Coraline’s Secret Service detail approved by the council.
When he looked over at his brother, even Ethan looked befuddled by how people could fall for this nonsense.
Wendigos weren’t real—and that was coming from two Natives.
His brother was curious.
“So everyone just looks the other way?” Ethan asked. “Because I remember Timothy telling us as kids about something like this, but only to scare us straight. I’m not sure he believed it.”
Tom was direct.
He leaned forward and lowered his voice.
“We all believe. The Wendigo is dangerous, and it haunts our lands. Every year, one person goes missing. If you say you found remains…”
Uh…
They had news for him.
Lots of people went missing on reservations. They were the people who got the hell out of Dodge while they could, and they just didn’t tell anyone.
Right?
Had there really been some mythical creature being given sacrifices once a year by actual people who should know better?
What the hell?
How did that not throw up red flags with every single person there who could be chosen to die?
How did they accept that?
Oh, Elizabeth was not going to like this woo-woo shit, and Callen knew it. When they heard about it earlier, it was surprising.
Now, it was annoying.
Ethan shared what they knew in order to get approval to dig into this.
Could they do it without approval?
Yes.
Would they?
Yes.
It was still good relations to not come in like a bulldozer and level everything.
“Someone went missing, a man by the name of Thomas Adsila. When the sister showed up to report blood at his cabin, the deputies tracked the blood to the furthest campground where the clothing was found neatly folded. Chief Running Wolf’s dog dug up the remains.”
