Because time, and safety for the people around Elizabeth Blackhawk, was running out.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
The Reservation
Ten P.M.
Rayna’s House
When the team pulled up to the woman’s cabin, deep on the reservation, the lights were on, and outside in front of Rayna’s home was the woman’s police cruiser.
She’d gotten the woman’s phone number from MATE, and she’d called her using a burner phone, so that Devon wouldn’t expect anything if he saw the call coming in.
What she hoped was that they’d catch him in the act, but deep down, she knew.
Rayna would already be dead.
Devon would be careful, and he’d also be excited to take this shot at her.
All the way there, she was praying that this would be just Rayna falling asleep and missing Caspian’s call, but deep down, she knew what she was going to find.
This was one more sin she would carry for the rest of her life. Oh, there were so many regrets, and not forcefully taking her into protective custody would be a big one.
Woulda.
Coulda.
Shoulda.
For now, she had to put it on the back burner and do her job. That was to stand up for Rayna and protect Caspian the best she could.
Still, for Elizabeth, this was the worst-case scenario, and she knew exactly why it was happening.
Evil lived among them.
Oh, and she’d gotten them all into this mess. It was going to be almost impossible not to carry this blame.
Damn.
Difficult.
“When we get back, I need you guys to be all over Uriel, so that we can get him through this,” she stated.
Her words made them curious, so Gryphen went there.
“You believe she’s dead?” he asked.
Elizabeth surveyed the scene as they all stayed in the vehicle, and her gut was telling her just that.
“Yeah, she’s going to be dead.”
Gunny was curious, too.
“How do you know?”
Elizabeth pointed.
“The passenger door isn’t closed all of the way on the car, and a cop wouldn’t leave it open. Rayna would secure her vehicle. There are guns in there.”
