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The only reason they had slipped away was because they’d left and had cleaned up their act. Besides, when Callen Whitefox had been Chief of Reservation Police, he’d become untouchable. Taking that job had given him too much attention to make it look like he’d slipped away and moved on with his life.
They didn’t need the attention.
That would be bad.
Unfortunately for them, they now had another Chief of Police sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. She could have turned a blind eye, like the others, but no.
She had to go to the FBI.
Well, that was definitely problematic.
For.
Her.
“We need to talk this out,” he said to the other one. “We need to make sure we pick the perfect person. They need to know that angeringThe Hollowis punishable.”
By their own death.
Because this rez had rules. The wicked would be sacrificed, and those who causedThe Hollowstress would also fall.
Out of principle.
And nothing less.
Chapter Twenty
On The Reservation
The Blackhawk Cabin
Nine P.M.
While sitting in the living room of the cabin, they heard the sound of tires on gravel, and the high-beam light danced across the wall. It appeared that the other half of the team had returned, back from their job.
And Elizabeth was grateful.
Having them back, safe and sound, was the only option for her, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been stressing them being on the crime scene while she hid out.
Playing chicken wasn’t something she liked, or found great satisfaction in doing.
It made her feel guilty that she couldn’t pull her weight. While she knew she needed the down time, it was good that they’d come home safely.
When they walked in, immediately, they dropped their gear, which included taking off their shoes, and placing their body armor by them.
“Beautiful, we’re back,” Callen called, as they headed in, grateful to be home.
The walk back to the vehicles had been terrifying. With each step, the woods seemed alive, and haunted. There was no doubt to the three of them that the killers were watching them.
How did they know?
The sounds of that horrible whistle tracked them, and with each distance they put between them and the campground, the whistle was there with them.
It was no easy task moving a herd of techs, surrounding them with armed agents—just in case.
When they’d reached the cars, the techs went their way, off to pull a long night of processing with Tony and Jaxon in charge.
As for the agents, they went to their new temporary homes to get some rest. Between apartments and hotel rooms, everyone was settled in.
