Page 411 of Chaos has a Name
“We’ll have coffee,” he said. “Four of them, please.”
The man stood his ground.
“I can’t sell beverages,” he stated. “The lady insists,” Paditi added.
The man had long brown hair, and it was braided down his back. The whole time he was watching them, and there was no surprise he didn’t like them.
Elizabeth and Gene were white.
Oh, and they were all Blackhawks. You either loved them now, or hated them because of the past.
It was a crapshoot.
Callen looked over at the Chief of Police.
“Rayna, can we buy coffee before business hours?” he asked, calling the man’sBULLSHIT.
Because that was what it was.
She simply nodded, and that told Paditi that she wasn’t playing with his bullshit either.
The man begrudgingly poured them coffee.
When he did, they all sat down at the bar, and there were some Natives in there.
Watching.
Elizabeth was gauging if anyone in here could have run through the woods and reached this place before them.
She could run a mile in seven minutes, and that was a slow pace for her. They’d sat in the vehicle and had a conversation for about ten minutes as they waited for the techs to arrive.
Yeah, they could have depending on their shape. Only, no one looked out of breath.
Again, she wouldn’t be either, and neither had been the shadow she’d chased in the woods.
“Thank you,” she said, when he placed it in front of him.
The look on his face said it all.
He didn’t like her.
AT.
ALL.
“We need to ask you some questions,” Elizabeth said, making the man laugh.
It wasn’t a funny laugh either.
It was sardonic.
“Oh, well, absolutely. Let me talk to a white woman this early in the morning when I really am not in the mood for your bullshit. Lady, you’re out of your fucking mind. Pound sand.”
Callen lifted a brow.
Oh, he was going to get his ass beat, by him. Callen wouldn’t let anyone talk to his wife that way, especially since she hadn’t started shit first.
Before he could say anything, the man slapped his hands on the bar, and leaned over to stare at her.
