Page 18 of Chaos has a Name
“Forest, get every deputy we have on duty, and meet me at Thomas Adsila’s home. Wynonah was right. There’s way too much blood. He may have cut himself, and got disorientated.”
“On it, Chief,” he said, hanging up the phone.
When she tucked her phone back into her pocket, she stared into the thick trees surrounding he man’s backyard. It was ominous, and gave her the willies.
Only, she didn’t know why.
That was the problem.
Even if it worried her, she had no choice but to go in looking for him.
“Should we go into the trees and look for him?” Wynonah asked, as if she’d been reading Rayna’s mind.
Hell.
No.
She was waiting for backup.
Something about this rubbed her the wrong way, and she couldn’t figure out why.
But it did.
“No, Wynonah, we’re going to wait for the rest of my guys to arrive. Then, we’ll do the search in a way that no one else gets lost.”
Or haunted.
Why did the trees seem suddenly ominous?
Yeah, that seemed like the best thing to do.
Because as of that moment, Rayna didn’t like any of this.
Not.
One.
Bit.
She was officially freaked out.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Across The Reservation
The Blackhawk Cabin
Same Time
Never let it be said that flying with all of the children in your home was easy.
It was anything but.
In fact, it had been one hell of a flight to get there. They’d all piled onto two of the family jets.
Callen’s, and Christopher’s.
It took two in order to get security, adults, and children across the country toDamascus, Utah.
