Page 44 of Chaos has a Name
She had news for him.
This wasn’t by choice.
“He lost way too much blood to be taking off his clothes. He bled a lot. Someone helped him with this. The big question is where is he?” she asked. “Because we have his personal effects but not the person. That’s some sketchy shit, Forest.”
Yes, yes, it was.
What the hell was going on?
None of this boded well for her.
Not far behind Rayna, Beau, her dog, was digging in some dirt.
Like heavily digging.
In fact, it was obsessive and to the point it had everyone’s attention.
It was the soft dirt that was under the makeshift fire pit that the hunters would use while staying at this campsite.
Get you a bloodhound, they said.
It would be fun, they said.
Uh, it wasn’t fun.
This dog liked to put holes everywhere digging like he was after a treasure. Now, Beau was ripping up a part of the rez.
“Beau! Knock it off,” she said, as the dog furiously dug into the soft dirt.
As she headed his way, she reached for his collar, and that was when he turned around, and in his mouth was a bone.
What was attached to the bone?
A hand.
She gasped.
Oh.
Holy.
Shit.
Immediately, she was horrified at what he’d found, and what was in his damn mouth.
“Drop it!” she said.
Beau looked at her like she was the crazy one—not him. The fleshy hand moved back and forth, and on the one finger was a piece of Native turquoise jewelry.
“Drop it now!”
And he did.
As her deputy moved closer, she was still staring in horror at what Beau had dug up.
Honestly, she couldn’t believe the turn the day had taken. It had all been so peaceful when she was at her desk doing the payroll for last week.
And now…
