Page 264 of Chaos has a Name
Luckily for her, both men didn’t question it.
Elizabeth was given a reprieve and able to stay in until morning. By then, she hoped she was stronger.
It wasn’t like she didn’t want to work.
She did.
She just needed to handle a few things first to clear that mental plate that was weighing her down.
There were items on her back burner.
“I’ll be in communication the whole time,” she admitted. “I hear there’s a journal,” she said, changing the subject.
Ethan nodded.
“It’s in the living room. I left it on the table. I didn’t get to go through it too much, but it looks like it’s a book full of legends on the reservation. Mostly, bullshit stuff, but then again, before today, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to Wendigo lore.”
That made her curious.
“Tomorrow, I need a profile. I also need to know about that disease Chris mentioned—Wendigo Psychosis.”
He assumed.
“I noticed that you put Axl on my ass,” he said, bringing it up to see if she was doubting him or just needed two profilers.
For Elizabeth, this was tricky ground.
“It wasn’t because I didn’t believe you could do it. It was just a backup plan. We’ve all had a rough seven days.”
That.
They.
Did.
Ethan reassured her.
“I’ll have a profile ready for you. I just want to get a look at the cave where the bones are. You can learn a lot about a criminal when you see their hidey-hole.”
She glanced over at Gene.
“Will you babysit him? You know how he gets when left to his own devices.”
Ethan laughed before his new husband could even say anything.
“Uh, pot, you woke up in the cave. The kettle is just fine,” he stated.
Gene ignored him because Ethan had gotten himself into plenty of shit through their younger years in the FBI. That wasn’t happening again.
Bet.
On.
It.
“I’ll be all over his ass. Don’t worry. Oh, what was that?” he said, when no one spoke. “Did you just use mental telepathy to tell me you agreed and that you insist, Elizabeth, that I stay up close and personal with the Native?”
She snorted.
