Page 281 of Chaos has a Name
There was only one answer.
“We’ll have to see what Chief Redbear wants to do with them. If they are generations old, he’ll want them treated with respect and likely buried in a mass setting in the burial grounds.”
That he understood.
In fact, that was exactly what Tony wanted too. He never wanted bones to sit in his bone room. He wanted them sent home to be buried in peace.
“I don’t know how Elizabeth is going to catch a killer that only leaves one set of remains per year,” Axl stated. “The odds of her figuring it out…”
Oh, he knew.
Ethan had to hope they could pull some DNA, or figure this out by using what she learned after being abducted. Already, they knew there were two.
That helped.
A little.
If not that, fingerprints on the arrows they collected would be an option, or if they left something on Elizabeth. Other than that, this was a damn tough case.
What they needed was a little help.
Or to get damn lucky.
As Tony went back to his job of tagging the countless bones that were sitting in the bags, Ethan was thinking about something his wife had said.
It stuck with him, and he wanted to know what Axl thought about it.
“What do you know about Wendigo Psychosis?” he asked, testing the man to see what he might know.
The man looked befuddled.
It was clear that hearing it again did nothing to enlighten him. Axl must not have read up on it ever.
Which was fine because Ethan didn’t know much about it, and he had his doctorate.
It was…obscure.
To say the least.
“Not much. In fact nothing because that sounds like something you just made up. You are yanking our chains, right?” he asked.
Oh, he was right.
It did sound like that.
Ethan only wished he was making this shit up. Unfortunately, their lives were stranger than fiction more times than not.
“I had to refresh my memory on the way over here,” Ethan admitted. “Mostly, it’s from the Algonquin tribe, and found primarily there. It’s based on the fear that some Natives had of becoming a Wendigo. They had erratic behavior as they tried to not succumb to it.”
Axl looked confused.
“How do you become something that doesn’t exist?” he asked. “Is that possible?”
He tried to explain.
“For Natives, specifically the Algonquins, they believed it existed. When you believe in something, despite it being off, you give it power. You give it life, so to speak.”
He knew the rest.
