Page 467 of Chaos has a Name
Yeah, well, the older generation tended not to be. Again, they had that right.
Instead of speaking, Callen nodded, and let his wife handle this.
“We’ve identified the latest victim, and right now, we’re trying to isolate any of the forensics that has come up,” she admitted.
They both listened.
“It was Thomas Adsila.”
The whole time, they sat there stone-faced.
Well, someone was annoying them just by being alive, and that was beyond her comprehension.
She was literally trying to help them by finding a killer. This should be a no-brainer.
You’d think.
“We’re actively interviewing today,” she said. “Do you mind if we ask you some questions?” she asked.
The men nodded, but it was clear that it was painful to see her.
Uh, okay.
“How long have you both been aware ofThe Hollowhunting on your lands to punish people it deemed unworthy so they could be killed for a fictional creature?”
Oh, boy.
Here they went.
Callen knew she was stirring the pot to see what surfaced.
Abe stared at her.
“You’re not from here. You don’t understand any of this.”
Yeah, she didn’t.
Because in her world, people didn’t kill and feed victims to a mythical non-existent creature as they also snacked on them. If they did, the cops went hard to stop them.
Clearly, with one hundred and seven skulls, people turned a blind eye.
A LOT.
“Thanks for pointing it out. You’re right. My ancestors are Scottish and Italian. That’s where I get my propensity to curse and eat carbs.”
Tom Redbear sighed.
“Elizabeth, can we just be updated?”
She shrugged.
“There’s nothing to update. We’ve been cockblocked at every turn, and I’ve been the target for some arrows on the reservation.”
Abe seemed to relax.
“And you’re done then? We can stop this, and end this harassment ofThe Hollow? Bad things will happen.”
She wasn’t stopping anything.
