Page 144 of Chaos has a Name
As the two men stood, knowing this was going to either be problematic, or a nightmare. Nothing good ever came from ‘can we have a few minutes’when it came to Natives.
Bet.
On.
It.
Ethan had to hope they could make this as easy as possible so as not to put them all in a tough position. Elizabeth was absolutely going to deal with this.
Period.
It would come down to her doing it nicely or busting balls nonstop as she handled it.
As they moved further away, Callen was keeping his fingers crossed. A runaway train called Elizabeth would make it tricky whenYOU LIVED HERE.
“Our wife is going to be angsty,” Ethan warned, keeping his voice low. “She’s going to be horrified that people are okay with this happening. Who lets this bullshit go on?” he asked.
Oh, Callen knew.
Old.
Stubborn.
Superstitious.
Natives.
That was who. They liked change about as much as people liked a plague. Had Timothy been alive, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d put up a fight to keepThe Hollowsafe.
It was things like this that reminded him that he was grateful that nonsense stopped with their generation.
He hoped.
“If we have to argue this, she’s going to do it anyway. You know how she is with jurisdiction. If it’s ours, she’s all over it like Native man on hot wife. There will be no stopping her, and I can’t say I blame her in this case. She’s going to think the people here lost their goddamn minds when they don’t want her digging into this.”
Oh, for sure.
Because they clearly had.
Blackhawk would have laughed if he didn’t hear the stress in Callen’s voice.
Before he could say anything, Tom Redbear stood, getting their attention.
“You can come back, Gentlemen. We’re ready to vote. I will go first, and Abe next. Lance will have the final vote.”
Heading toward them, they stood there. Callen would be lying if he said he wasn’t tense.
Oh, he was.
This was tomfoolery, and what kind of person didn’t want them dealing with a killer who was picking people off yearly? In the back of his mind, he was worried about their family.
“I am saying absolutely not to the Secret Service,” Tom admitted. “We can trust the Blackhawks. We cannot trust the government. I vote they must leave. As for the situation at the campground…I am fine with the FBI investigating—asLONGas we are kept in the loop and the remains are treated with respect. Those are our dead.”
Callen relaxed a little.
What was this?
Some sanity?
