The last thing he needed was Kaya all over Ethan while he was running from something. Timothy would go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July, and that would be problematic.
Then, he’d be arresting his own grandfather for bitch slapping the woman.
Well, at least the Blackhawks were living up to their reputation once again.
There was no doubt that Ethan was going to cause trouble being here.
“That could be messy,” the deputy admitted.
Yeah, likely.
So, he’d handle it.
“Thanks for the heads-up. He was really out running?” Callen asked.
The deputy nodded.
“Yeah, one of the other deputies saw him, and reported in, Chief. He was a sweaty mess, and had to be cold, but he was just running and running in circles around the rez. Laps, one might say.”
Well, at least his brother was okay. If he was running, he wasn’t trying to hurt himself—unless he was trying to off himself with cardio.
With Ethan, who knew?
“Thanks,” he said, making a mental note to definitely warn Ethan about Kaya being on the prowl.
When the man headed out, Callen put down his pen and sighed.
It had been a quiet week, too, and had anyone told him it would culminate with his brother coming back, unwanted feelings of lust, and having to play‘bat away the whore’, he wouldn’t have believed it.
This was proof that things were about to go to shit.
Like.
Always.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Rez Road
Near Callen’s Home
Blackhawk was sweating profusely, and the demons were still right behind him making chase.
In fact, they were on his ass, refusing to leave him the hell alone. No matter how fast or far he ran, they kept up with him, and that was problematic.
Ethan had been running for ninety minutes, pushing his body to the limit so he didn’t feel mental pain, but it was still there.
It already had its claws in him.
Deep down, he knew that the physical pain was what he needed to distract him, but even that wasn’t working.
Not.
At.
All.
Instead, he was thinking about Gene, his career, and what he’d given up.
