Page 280 of Chaos has a Name
While his mentor had been off of his game last week, Ethan appeared to be doing so much better.
“I’m out of the loop. I know that update you gave the teams was basic. Can you give me more? What is going on so we can profile it?”
He shared.
They were all going to have to be on their game for what they were facing. Now, he was glad Elizabeth had pulled Axl to help him.
This was a mess.
“Apparently, the Natives on this reservation have something called‘The Hollow’,” he offered. “Every year, on the Solstice, it makes a sacrifice of one person to the Wendigo.”
Axl blinked.
“What?” he asked. “Really? The Wendigo-Wendigo? Or is that code for something else?”
Oh, Blackhawk wished it was something else.
Already, he had the feeling the crazy was about to run wild for them.
The suspects were definitely out of their minds.
He nodded.
“Yeah, and it’s been happening for a long time. When Callen and I were kids, our grandfather told us the story. In fact, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. He’d keep us inside that one night. It was always the Solstice. We thought he was just trying to scare us, but now, I see he wasn’t. He believed that bad people were taken that night and sacrificed.”
Axl whistled.
“That’s a lot of victims.”
Oh, he was aware.
“The hardest parts for us is that we don’t know how they are picked, and on top of that, there is no way to track the victims. Most reservations have a revolving door. They keep track of the people living here, but not leaving. You’d be shocked to know how many Natives bail and head out of their reservations.”
He could only imagine.
So far, he wasn’t enjoying what he was hearing. That was for damn sure.
“So, what you’re saying is we’re retrieving remains and have zero opportunity to track who they belong to?” he asked.
Ethan nodded.
That was exactly what he was saying. Now, the man understood the problem with this. They had science on their side, but they also had the sheer volume of remains bogging them down.
It would take them a long time to put the bones back with their owners, and find their identities.
IFthey could.
If they couldn’t identify them, they couldn’t figure out how or when they were taken.
It was a giant circle jerk—of sorts.
“This killer found the perfect place. No one would question a single person disappearing each year. It happens a lot here.”
From where he stood, Tony heard him.
He moved closer.
“What are we going to do with the remains?” he asked. “If I can’t get them back to their families…”
