Page 93 of Chaos has a Name
Were times changing?
Or was it all because of the family being tied to two of their most illustrious sons?
That could be it.
The Blackhawk name was synonymous with Native on their rez. Her father-in-law had been best friends with one of them for years, until he left.
She remembered Wyler Blackhawk, and his sons pretty vividly. Rayna recalled being a child, and hearing tales of their‘adventures’.
Yeah, she heard the stories of the Blackhawk boys running wild on the reservation stealing hearts, and bikes like they ruled the land.
Rayna was also very aware that the police department was run by one of the brothers for quite a while. For that, she appreciated it.
God knew how difficult it was to do her job. Callen Whitefox had definitely held his own, and pushed back the wave of crime that was always threatening to overtake them.
Now, as she came in here, she was faced with a dilemma.
Honestly, the last thing she’d expected to hear that the person she’d be meeting with was Elizabeth Blackhawk.
What the hell?
What were the chances she’d be visiting the building, and Rayna needed assistance?
That was wild for her.
Well, hopefully, she’d tag in some decent agent, and this wouldn’t be a clusterfuck because there was no way the woman would get her nails dirty with a case.
Right?
As for a clusterfuck, most things that were rez related were just that or so she tended to figure out. The crazy was always barely contained.
Well, this should be interesting.
Who knew where this was going to go?
As Rayna was sitting there, the secretary had brought her some coffee, and was smiling at her the whole time.
It made her…paranoid.
Yeah, it really did.
As a person of ethnicity, she didn’t fit into social circles easily. People were assholes, and she’d dealt with a lot of that.
Why did she have a right to be twitchy?
Well, maybe because she got all of her police trainingOFFof the reservation. She saw how she was looked at, and treated when she was the only person with tan skin in a training class and on the force.
Now, what she was expecting was pretty much the same shit.
Just on a different day.
Call it a hunch.
All that she could hope was that Elizabeth Blackhawk would pick a Native-friendly agent, and she could pass this off.
Even better, if the agent would let her tag along to help out and make sure Native interests were held in check, that would be terrific.
Now, how did she make that happen?
