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Then, he heard her.

Oh, and she was right to the point.

And pissed.

“I don’t want to be bothered,” she stated. “I think I made that perfectly clear.”

Well, it was showtime.

Chris spoke up.

“Sweetness, it’s me with evidence. I’m sorry to bother…,” he began, and then heard the door unlock.

Well, clearly, he wasn’t on her shitlist at the moment, and that was a good thing for both of them. His wife was going to need someone to help her hold this together.

“Sorry,” she said. “I thought it was either Ivan, or Ethan, coming to talk‘rationally’with me,” she said, making the air quotes around that one particular word. “Come in. You’re not interrupting anything.”

Well, he did.

A part of him wished that she sent him away.

Well, that boat had sailed. It appeared he was about to do maximum damage to his wife.

Going in, he closed the door behind him. As he did, Elizabeth headed back to her desk and dropped her boots onto the edge as she stared out at the sky.

The moon was bright, and the stars were flickering.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked, taking a seat with the skull on the tray.

She laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Oh, she wished but that wasn’t happening.

“No. My brain is going a million miles a minute. I don’t think an elephant sedative will slow it down. Is the job done?” she asked, knowing he’d know what she meant.

He nodded.

“No autopsy, as per Native religion, and I stitched her back up. She’s still a mess, but she’s not as bad as she was. He did a number on her. We’ll pay the best person to clean her up so she looks presentable for her funeral.”

She didn’t look over.

“Yeah, well, fuck him and the horse he rode into town on,” she stated. “God knows he fucks everything else.”

Oh, boy.

Elizabeth was three days past angry. He could feel that rage surrounding her like a very bitter aura.

The only way to save her from this was to help her navigate all of the clues, and now, he had to hope by bringing her Charlie’s skull, it would help.

Not hurt.

Chris knew it was time.

“Like I said, Bethe, we have ID on the skulls. It just came in,” he offered.